Much daunted with that dint, her sense was dazed,
Yet kindling rage, her self she gathered round,
And all at once her beastly body raised
With doubled forces high above the ground:
Then wrapping up her wreathed stern around,
Leapt fierce upon his shield, and her huge train
All suddenly about his body wound,
That hand or foot to stir he strove in vain:
God help the man so wrapped in Error's endless train.

His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,
Cried out, Now now Sir knight, show what ye be,
Add faith unto your force, and be not faint:
Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee.
That when he heard, in great perplexity,
His gall did grate for grief and high disdain,
And knitting all his force got one hand free,
Wherewith he gripped her gorge with so great pain,
That soon to loose her wicked bands did her constrain.

Book 1, Canto 1