Whelming them upside-down, the waters flow, And plunge them in the river's deepest bed;
The horse is uppermost, the knight below.
From the bridge looks his lady, sore bested, And tear employs, and prayer, and suppliant vow:
-- "Ah, Rodomont! for love of her, whom dead Ye worship, do not deed of such despite!
Permit not, sir, the death of such a knight.
