Upon all parts, a freezing fear goes through The heart blood of each trembling paynim nigh, When they amazed the fierce Rinaldo view;
Who charged the monarch with such enmity, As might a lion, which a bullock, new To stings of love, should in a meadow spy.
The Moor smote first, but fruitless was his task, Who beat in vain upon Mambrino's casque.
