'Tis thus he comforts and drags on that mare, That she may follow with more ease, so led;
Who whiles despoiled of flesh, and whiles of hair, Is scathed by stones which that ill road o'erspread.
At length the misused beast, with wear and tear Of the rude rocks, and suffering sore, lies dead.
Orlando nought the slaughtered mare regards, Nor anywise his headlong course retards.
