"Marry," (Rogero cried,) "it needs no more To prove your title to that ensign vain, Which now you cast away, and cleft before;
Nor can you more your right in it maintain."
So saying, he parforce must prove how sore The danger and the dint of Durindane;
Which smites his front, and with such weight withal, A mountain lighter than that sword would fall.
