"Hoah! the boat! put back!" the count 'gan cry, Who was in mind to go aboard their barge:
But vainly on their ears his clamours die:
For of such freight none willingly take charge.
As swiftly as a swallow cleaves the sky, Furrowing the foamy wave the boat goes large.
Orlando urges on, with straightening knee, And whip and spur, his horse towards the sea.