Agramant and Marsilius strive in vain, With labour sore, this tangle to undo;
Nor only cannot they persuade the twain In peace and concord to unite anew, But cannot make the valiant Child refrain From claiming Hector's buckler as his due;
Nor yet Gradasso move the sword to lend, 'Till this, or till that, quarrel have an end.
