Bradamant's sharp and stinging answer stirred The paynim's fury to a mighty flame;
So that, without the power to speak a word, He wheeled his courser, filled with rage and shame;
Wheeling as well, at that proud paynim spurred Her horse with levelled lance the warlike dame.
As the charmed weapon smites Grandonio's shield, With heels in air, he tumbles on the field.
