As the aspect of the paladin of France, The wavering Moorish files betray their fear;
And, trembling in their hands, is seen the lance, Their thighs and stirrups quivering, like the spear.
King Pulian only marks the knight's advance, Knowing Rinaldo not, unchanged in cheer;
Nor thinking such a cruel shock to meet, Gallops against him on his courser fleet.