Roland who saw Gradasso in such guise, As showed that to return he little cared, -- Nor can return; so Brandimart aye plies, And presses Sericana's monarch hard, Turns round, and, like himself, afoot descries Sobrino, in the doubtful strife unpaired:
At him he sprang; and, at his haughty look, Heaven, as the warrior trod, in terror shook.