He hasted to get up again. 
Thrice he assay’d to mount aloft,
But, by his weighty bum, as oft 620
He was pull’d back, till having found
Th’ advantage of the rising ground,
Thither he led his warlike steed,
And having plac’d him right, with speed
Prepar’d again to scale the beast, 625
When ORSIN, who had newly drest
The bloody scar upon the shoulder
Of Talgol with Promethean powder,
And now was searching for the shot
That laid Magnano on the spot, 630
Beheld the sturdy Squire aforesaid
Preparing to climb up his horse side. 
He left his cure, and laying hold
Upon his arms, with courage bold,
Cry’d out, ’Tis now no time to dally, 635
The enemy begin to rally: 
Let us, that are unhurt and whole,
Fall on, and happy man be’s dole.

This said, like to a thunderbolt,
He flew with fury to th’ assault, 640
Striving the enemy to attack
Before he reach’d his horse’s back. 
Ralpho was mounted now, and gotten
O’erthwart his beast with active vau’ting,
Wrigling his body to recover 645
His seat, and cast his right leg over,
When ORSIN, rushing in, bestow’d
On horse and man so heavy a load,
The beast was startled, and begun
To kick and fling like mad, and run, 650
Bearing the tough Squire like a sack,
Or stout king Richard, on his back,
’Till stumbling, he threw him down,
Sore bruis’d, and cast into a swoon. 
Meanwhile the Knight began to rouze 655
The sparkles of his wonted prowess. 
He thrust his hand into his hose,
And found, both by his eyes and nose,
’Twas only choler, and not blood,
That from his wounded body flow’d. 660
This, with the hazard of the Squire,
Inflam’d him with despightful ire. 
Courageously he fac’d about. 
And drew his other pistol out,
And now had half way bent the cock, 665
When CERDON gave so fierce a shock,
With sturdy truncheon, thwart his arm,
That down it fell, and did no harm;
Then stoutly pressing on with speed,
Assay’d to pull him off his steed. 670
The Knight his sword had only left,
With which he CERDON’S head had cleft,
Or at the least cropt off a limb,
But ORSIN came, and rescu’d him. 
He, with his lance, attack’d the Knight 675
Upon his quarters opposite. 
But as a barque, that in foul weather,
Toss’d by two adverse winds together,
Is bruis’d, and beaten to and fro,
And knows not which to turn him to; 680
So far’d the Knight between two foes,
And knew not which of them t’oppose;
Till ORSIN, charging with his lance