Astolpho blew, still watchful of surprise, Weening to see the engine sprung: fast flew The giant, -- as if heart as well as eyes The thief had lost, -- nor whitherward he knew:
Such is his fear, he kens not as he flies, How is own covert mischief to eschew:
He runs into the net, which closing round, Hampers the wretch, and drags him to the ground.