Sorbine pursued, and with back-handed blow Thought he his head should from his neck have shorn;
But this forbids that armour, bright of show, By Vulcan hammered, and by Hector worn.
Brandimart sees his risque, and at the foe Is by his steed, with flowing bridle, borne.
Sobrino on the head he smote and flung;
But straight from earth that fierce old man upsprung;
