The Saracen assays with all his might To choak, and from the sell his foeman tear:
With either knee Orlando grasps it tight, Nor can the Tartar more him, here or there.
But with the straining of the paynim knight, The girts which hold his saddle broken are.
Scarce conscious of his fall, Orlando lies, With feet i' the stirrups, tightening yet his thighs.
