And strait a Giant huge and grim
Stalked forth with stately pride.
“Now yield you, caitiffs, to my will!”
He cried with hideous roar;
“Or else the wolves shall eat your flesh,
And ravens drink your gore.”
“Vain boaster,” said the youthful Knight,
“I scorn thy threats and thee;
I trust to force thy brazen gates,
And set thy captives free.”