On Argier's king he sprang, like savage boar, Encountering him with shoulder and with shield;
And him disordered and distrest so sore, That with one stirrup's loss, the monarch reeled.
-- "Rogero," Mandricardo cried, "give o'er, Or else with me divide the battle-field";
And struck, this said, with worse than felon spite, Upon the morion of that youthful knight.