Astolpho, who beholds his bulky prey Fall bodily, drives thither at full speed, Secure himself, and, bent -- to make him pay The price of slaughtered thousands -- quits his steed.
Yet after, deems a helpless wight to slay No valour were, but rather foul misdeed:
For him, arms, neck, and feet, so closely tied, He could not shake himself, the warrior spied.
