And had upon his head descended shear, Whereat designed to strike the savage fair.
Scarce his left arm can good Rogero rear;
Can scarce the shield and blazoned bird upbear.
All pity he casts off, and 'twould appear As in his eyes a lighted torch did glare.
As hard as he can smite, he smites; and woe To thee, Marphisa, if he plants the blow!