But yet no stroke well worthy of their might Those peers have dealt, so cautious are the twain.
The Tartar's faulchion was the first to bite, By which was good Rogero well nigh slain.
By one of those fell blows which either knight So well could plant, his shield was cleft in twain;
Beneath, his cuirass opened to the stroke, And to the quick the cruel weapon broke.
