Next came the warrior where, with limbs outspread, Pillowed on barrel, lay the wretched Gryll:
This he had drained, and undisturbed by dread, Hoped to enjoy a peaceful sleep and still.
The daring Saracen lopt off his head, Blood issues from the tap-hole, with a rill Of wine; and he, well drenched with many a can, Dreams that he drinks, dispatched by Cloridan.