He drops the shield; and with two-handed sway Wielding his sword, duke Arnulph he offends.
Who came from whence, into the briny bay, The water of the rapid Rhine descends.
No better than the sulphur keeps away The advancing flame, the wretch his life defends.
He his last shudder gives, and tumbles dead;
Cleft downwards, a full palm from neck and head.