That he in time remounted it was well, Who haply would not, if he more delayed:
For Agramant at once, and Dardinel, Sobrino, and Balastro thither made;
But he, who had in time regained the sell, Wheeled, here and there his horse, with brandished blade, Dispatching into hell the mixt array, That how men live above their ghosts might say.