The duke no less with hope of conquest glows Than if the palm he has already won;
As he that hopes with small expense of blows To pluck the hair, the wizard-wight undone.
Hence does he to the youthful pair propose The burden of that enterprize upon Himself to take: Orrilo will he slay, If the two brethren nought the intent gainsay, LXXXI
But willingly to him these yield the emprize, Assured his toil will be bestowed in vain;
And now a new Aurora climbs the skies, And from his walls Orrilo on the plain Drops, -- and the strife begins -- Orrilo plies The mace, the duke the sword; he 'mid a rain Of strokes would from the body at one blow Divorce the spirit of the enchanted foe: