Quickly the steed, possessed of mickle might,

  Breaks loose, and, in his fury and despair,

  Against the monster strives with kick and bite;

  But swiftly he retires and soars in air:

  He thence returning, prompt to wheel and smite,

  Circles and beats the courser, here and there.

  Wholly unskilled in fence, and sore bested,

  Baiardo swiftly from the monster fled.