It only burst the shield, and in such thunder Broke on the casque, that Dudon prest the shore:
With that, Sir Sansonet cut clean asunder The sapling, shorn of two cloth-yards and more, So vigorous was that warrior's stroke, while under His bosom, Brandimart girt Roland sore With sinewy arms about his body flung;
And to the champion's legs Astolpho clung.