With mickle industry, with mighty pain

  And art, Rinaldo, shifting here and there,

  Avoids the deadly dint of Durindane,

  Well knowing how 'tis wont to cleave and tear.

  Gradasso struck with greater might and main,

  But well nigh all his strokes were spent in air;

  Of, if he sometimes smote, he smote on part,

  Where Durindana wrought less harm than smart.