Quickly the steed, possessed of mickle might, Breaks loose, and, in his fury and despair, Against the monster strives with kick and bite;
But swiftly he retires and soars in air:
He thence returning, prompt to wheel and smite, Circles and beats the courser, here and there.
Wholly unskilled in fence, and sore bested, Baiardo swiftly from the monster fled.
