XXXIV Approaching next, is seen a cavalier, His temples circled with imperial bay; Three youths with him in company appear, With golden lilies wrought in their array: A lion seems against that monster drear To issue, with the same device as they: The name of these are on the marble read, Some on their skirt, some written overhead.

XXXV Of those who so against Beast advance, One to the hilt has in his life-blood dyed His faulchion, Francis styled the first of France; With Austrian Maximilian at his side: In one, who gores his gullet with the lance, The emperor Charles the fifth is signified: Henry the eighth of England is he hight, Who in the monster's breast a dart has pight.

XXXVI The TENTH, in writing, on his back displayed The Lion, who that Beast is seen to hold By both his ears, and him so well has bayed, That thither troop assistants manifold. 'Twould seem the world all fear aside has laid; And, in amendment of their errors old, Thitherward nobles troop, but these are few; And so that hideous Beast those hunters slew.

XXXVII In wonder stood long time that warlike train, Desirous, as the storied work they traced, To know by hands of whom that Beast was slain, Which had so many smiling lands defaced, The names unknown to them, though figured plain Upon the marble which that fountain cased: They one another prayed, if any guessed That story, he would tell it to the rest.

XXXVIII Vivian on Malagigi turned his eyes, Who listening stood this while, yet spake he nought. "With thee," he cried, "to tell the meaning lies, Who are they, by whose darts and lances dies That shouldst by what I see in this be taught: The hideous monster, that to bay is brought?" — And Malagigi — "Hitherto their glory No author has consigned to living story.

XXXIX "The chiefs whose names are graved upon the stone, Not yet have moved upon this worldly stage; But will within seven hundred years be known, To the great honour of a future age. What time king Arthur filled the British throne, This fountain Merlin made, enchanter sage; Who things to come upon the marble fair Made sculpture by a cunning artist's care.

XL "This Beast, when weights and measures first were found, Came out of nether hell; when on the plain, Common before, men fixed the landmark's bound, And fashioned written pacts with jealous pain; Yet walked not every where, at first, her round: Unvisited she left yet many a reign: Through diverse places in our time she wends; But the vile rabble and the crowd offends.

XLI "From the beginning even to our day, Aye has that monster grown, and aye will grow; And till much time be past will grow alway: Was never mightier, nor worse cause of woe. That Python, oft the theme of ancient lay, So passing wonderful and fierce in show, Came not by half this loathsome monster nigh, In all its foulness and deformity.

XLII "Dread desolation shall it make; nor place Will unpolluted or untainted be; And you in the mysterious sculptured trace But little of its foul iniquity. The world, when weary of imploring grace, Those worthy peers (whose names you sculptured see, And which shall blazing carbuncle outshine), To succour in its utmost need combine.

XLIII "No one shall more that cruel beast molest Than Francis, who the realm of France will steer, Who justly shall be forward in this quest, Whom none shall go beyond, whom few shall peer Since he in splendour, as in all the rest, Wanting in worth, will many make appear Who whilom perfect seemed; so fade and yield All lesser glories to the sun revealed.

XLIV "In the first year of his successful reign, The crown yet ill secure upon his front, He threads the Alps, and makes their labour vain, Who would against his arms maintain the Mount. Impelled by generous and by just disdain, The unavenged as yet is that affront, Which a French army suffered from their rage, Who poured from beast-cote, field, and pasturage:

XLV "And thence shall into the rich Lombard plain Descend, with all the flower of France, and so Shall break the Switzer, that henceforth in vain Would he uplift his horn against the foe. To the sore scandal of the Church and Spain, And to the Florentine's much scathe and woe, By him that famous castle shall be quelled, Which inexpugnable whilere was held.

XLVI "In quelling it his honoured faulchion, more Than other arms, availing shall be found; Which first that cruel Beast to death will gore, The foul destroyer of each country round: Parforce will every standard fly before That conquering faulchion, or be cast to ground: Nor, stormed by it, will rampart, fosse, or wall, Secure the city, they surround, from fall.

XLVII "Imbued with every generous quality, Which can in great commander be combined, — Prudence like his who won Thrasymenae And Trebbia's field, with Caesar's daring mind, And Alexander's fortune, him I see; Without which all designs are mist and wind; Withal, so passing liberal, I in none Mark his example or his parragon."

XLVIII So Malagigi to his comrades said, And moved in them desire some name to hear Of others, who had laid that monster dead, Which to slay others had been used whilere. Among the first Bernardo's name was read, Much vaunted in the writing of the Seer: Who said, "Through him as known as Bibbiena As her own neighbour Florence and Siena.

XLIX "More forward in this chase shall no one show Than Sigismond, than Lewis, and than John; Each to that hideous beast a cruel foe; One a Gonzaga, one of Arragon, And one a Salviati: with them go Francis Gonzaga and Frederick his son: Brother and son-in-law, their aid afford; One chief Ferrara's, one Urbino's lord.

L "Of one of these the son, Sir Guidobald, Will not by sire, or other, distanced be: With Ottobon de Flisco, Sinibald Chases the Beast, both striving equally: Lewis de Gazolo its neck has galled With one of those keen darts, Apollo's fee, Given with his bow, what time as well his glaive, The god of war, to gird that warrior, gave.

LI "Two Hercules and two Hippolyti Of Este, a Hercules and Hippolyte Of the Gonzagas' and the Medici, Hunt and fatigue the monster in his flight: Nor Julian lets his good son pass him by; Nor bold Ferrant his brother; nor less wight Is Andrew Doria; nor by any one Is Francis Sforza in the chase outdone.

LII "Of good Avalo's glorious lineage bred, Two chiefs that mountain for their bearing show, Which, hiding him, from dragon-feet to head, The wicked Typheus seems to keep below. 'Mid those combined, to lay the monster dead, Shall none more forward than this couple go: Him Francis of Pescara names the text; Alphonso, hight of Guasto, is the next.

LIII "But where leave I Gonsalvo Ferrant, who Is held in such esteem, the pride of Spain? So praised by Malagigi, that him few Equal among the worthies of that train. William, surnamed of Monferrato, view 'Mid those that have the hideous monster slain: But these are few compared with numbers round, Whom that despiteous Beast shall kill or wound."

LIV To converse gay the friends themselves addrest, And seemly pastimes, when their meal was done, Through the hot noontide, and fine carpets prest, 'Mid shrubs, by which the limpid river run. Vivian and Malagigi, that the rest Might be more tranquil, watched with armour on; When unaccompanied they saw a dame, Who quickly towards their place of shelter came;

LV Hippalca she; from whom was torn away Frontino, that good horse, by Rodomont: Him had she long pursued the former day, And now with prayer, now followed with affront. Which booting nought, she had retraced her way, To seek Rogero out in Agrismont; And, how I know not, heard upon her round, He here with Richardetto would be found.

LVI And, for to her well known was that repair, Used by her often, she herself addrest Towards the fount, and in that quarter fair Found him, and in what manner, was exprest; But like embassadress, who — wise and ware — Better than was enjoined performs a hest, When Richardetto she beheld, made show As if she good Rogero did not know.

LVII She turned her wholly to Sir Richardet, As bound direct to him; and, on his side, He who well knew her, straight uprose and met, And asked that damsel whitherward she hied. Hippalca, with her eyes yet red and wet From her long weeping, sighing deeply, cried, But cried aloud, that young Rogero, near The warrior she addrest, her tale might hear:

LVIII "I from Mount Alban with a courser sped; (So your good sister had commanded me) A horse much loved by her, and highly bred; Frontino is yclept that charger free; And him I more than thirty miles had led Towards Marseilles, where she designed to be Within few days; by her enjoined to wend Thither, and her arrival there attend.

LIX "I in the sure belief pursued my course, Was none so stout of heart, if I should say How Sir Rinaldo's sister owned the horse, He would presume to take that steed away. But vain was my design; for him parforce A Saracen took from me yesterday: Nor, when to him his master's name I read, Will that bold robber render back the steed.

LX "Him I to-day and all the day before Have prayed, and prayer and menace proving vain, Aye cursing him and execrating sore, Have left at little distance; where, with pain, Both to his courser and himself, the Moor, As best he can, a combat does maintain Against a knight, who him so hard has prest, I trust my injury shall be redrest."

LXI At this Rogero, leaping on his feet, Who scarcely had endured the whole to hear, To Richardetto turned; and, as a meet Guerdon for his good deed, the cavalier Did, with beseechings infinite, entreat To let him singly with that damsel steer, Until she showed the paynim, who by force Had wrested from her hands that goodly horse.

LXII Richardet (though it seems discourtesy To yield to other champion that emprize, Which by himself should terminated be) Yet with Rogero's earnest suit complies; Who takes farewell of that good company, And with the damsel on her journey hies. And leaves those others, whom his feats confound, Not merely lost in wonder, but astoud.

LXIII To him Hippalca said, when she apart Had drawn him to some distance from the rest, She was dispatched by her that in her heart Bore of his worth the image so imprest; — And added, without using farther art, All that her lady had to him addrest; And if she told another tale whilere, Of Richardetto she was then in fear.

LXIV She added how the author of that deed Had also said to her with mickle pride; "Because I know Rogero owns the steed, More willingly I take him from his guide. If he would repossess the courser, read To him what I have no desire to hide, I am that Rodomont, whose martial worth Scatters its splendour through this ample earth."

LXV Listening, the visage of the youthful knight Showed with what rage his heart was in a flame, As well as that the horse was his delight; As well upon account of whence it came; And also that 'twas reft in his despite; He sees dishonour will ensue and blame, Save he from Rodomont redeems the prey, And with a due revenge that wrong repay.

LXVI With him, without repose, the damsel rides, Who with his foe would bring him front to front; And thither journies where the road divides, And one branch cuts the plain, one climbs the mount, And either pathway to that valley guides, Where she had newly left King Rodomont, The mountain track was short, but trod with pain; That other longer far, but smooth and plain.

LXVII Hippalca's ardour to retrieve the prey, And upon Rodomont's avenge the wrong, Incites that maid the mountain to assay; By which (as said) the journey was less long: While Mandricardo, Rodomont, and they Of whom I erst made mention in my song, That easier track across the level hold; And thus encounter not Rogero bold.

LXVIII Until King Agramant shall succoured be, Suspended is their quarrel (in what wise You know), and in the champions' company Doralice, cause of all their discord, hies. Now hear the upshot of this history! Their way directly by that fountain lies, Beside whose margin are in pastime met Marphisa and Aldigier and Richardet.

LXIX Marphisa had, at her companions' prayer, Cloathed her in female ornaments and vest, Of those, which by Maganza's traitour were Late to Lanfusa, in full trust, addrest; And, though the appearance of that maid was rare Without her corslet, casque and all the rest, — At their entreaty, these for once laid down — She deigned to seem a maid and donned the gown.

LXX As soon as Mandricardo saw her face, In trust that, could he win her in affray, He would that maid, in recompense and place Of Doralice, to Rodomont convey; As if Love trafficked in such contracts base, And lover could his lady change away, Nor yet with reason at the event be pained, If he in losing one another gained.

LXXI Hence with a damsel to provide the peer, That he himself the other may retain; Deeming her worthy any cavalier, He would by force of arms the maid obtain; And, as if he could suddenly hold dear This maid as that, on him bestow the gain; And all of those, whom he about her spied, Forthwith to joust and single fight defied.

LXXII Vivian and Malagigi (who were dight In arms, as guard and surety for the rest,) One and the other champion — prompt for fight, Rose lightly from the herbage which they prest, Deeming they had to joust with either knight; But Rodomont, who came not on this quest, No motion made as he a course would run; So that they had to tourney but with one.

LXXIII Sir Vivian is the first who moves his horse, With mighty heart, and lays his weapon low; And he, that Tartar king, renowned for force, With greater puissance meets the coming foe. His lance each warrior levels in the course Where he bests trusts to plant the furious blow. Vainly Sir Vivian's spear the casque offends; Nor throws that paynim knight, nor even bends.

LXXIV That Tartar's harder weapon makes the shield Of Vivian, at their onset, fly like grass; And, tumbling from his saddle on the field, Extends the champion amid flowers and grass. To run his chance Sir Malagigi, steeled, Did to his brother's succour quickly pass; But (such that warrior's hurry to be near) Rather accompanied, than venged the peer.

LXXV The other of those brethren armed before His cousin, and had backed his courser wight; And, having first defied, encountered sore, Spurring with flowing rein, the stranger knight. Against the tempered helm that pagan wore Sounded the blow, an inch below the sight: Heaven-high the truncheon flew, in fragments broke, But the stout pagan winced not for the stroke.

LXXVI Him on the left side smote that paynim peer, And (for the blow was with huge force designed) Little his shield, and less his iron gear, Availed, which opened like the yielding rhind: The weapon pierced his shoulder; Aldigier Now right now left upon his horse inclined; Then him, 'mid grass and flowers, his comrades view, With arms of crimson, face of pallid, hue.

LXXVII Next Richardetto comes, and for the blow Intended, levels such a mighty lance, He showed himself, as he was wont to show, Worthy to be a paladin of France; And has stamped signs of this upon the foe. If he had warred on him with equal chance; But prostrate rolled, encumbered by his steed; Nor fell the courser through his lord's misdeed.

LXXVIII When knight appeared not on the other side, Who should in joust the paynim king affront, He thought the damsel was his prize, and hied Thither, where she was seated by the fount. And — "Lady, you are mine," the Tartar cried, "Save other champion in your succour mount; Nor can you make denial or excuse, Since such the right of war and common use."

LXXIX Marphisa raised her face with haughty cheer, And answered him: "Thy judgment wanders far; I will concede thy sentence would be clear, Concluding I am thine by right of war, If either were my lord or cavalier Of those, by thee unhorsed in bloody jar: Nor theirs am I, nor other's, but my own, Who wins me, wins me from myself alone.

LXXX "I too with lance and sword do doughty deed, And more than one good knight on earth have laid. — Give me," she cried, "my armour and my steed." And readily her squires that hest obeyed: Then in her waistcoat stood, of flowing weed Despoiled, with well-knit from and charms displayed; And in all points (such strength she shewed and grace) Resembled heavenly Mars, except her face.

LXXXI The damsel donned her sword, when armed all o'er, And on her courser leapt with nimble spring; And, right and left, she made him, thrice or more Poised on his haunches, turn in narrow ring. And, levelling the sturdy lance she bore, Defied, and next assailed, the Tartar king. So combating with Peleus' son, of yore, Penthesilaea warred on Trojan shore.

LXXXII Like brittle crystal, in that proud career, The weapons at the rest to pieces went; Yet neither of those warriors, 'twould appear, Backwards one inch at their encounter bent. Marphisa, who would willingly be clear What of a closer fight would be the event, For a new combat with the paynim lord, Wheeled, to attack that warrior with the sword.

LXXXIII That Tartar cursed the elements and sky, When her he saw remaining in her sell; And she, who thought to make his buckler fly, Cursed heaven as loudly as that infidel. Already were their faulchions raised on high, Which on the enchanted arms like hammers fell: Enchanted arms both combatants enclose, Never more needed by those deadly foes.

LXXXIV So perfect are the champions' plate and chain, They thrust or cut of spear or faulchion stay; So that the two the battle might maintain, Throughout this and throughout another day: But Rodomont leaps in between the twain, And taxes Mandricardo with delay; Crying, "If battle here is to be done, Finish we that which we to-day begun.

LXXXV "We made a truce, thou knowest, upon pact Of furnishing our baffled forces aid; Nor foe in joust or fight can be attacked By us with justice till this debt be paid." Then to Marphisa he in reverent act Addressed himself, and of that courier said; And next recounted to the martial dame, How seeking aid for Agramant he came.

LXXXVI Next prays not only with that Tartar knight She will abandon or defer the fray; But that, Troyano's valiant son to right, She will, together with them, wend her way; By which her warlike fame a higher flight, More easily may, even to heaven, assay, Than in a quarrel of such paltry guise, Which offers hindrance to such fair emprize.

LXXXVII Marphisa, who had evermore in thought To prove the paladins of Charles, and who To France was over land and ocean brought, From clime so distant, with no other view, Than by her own experience to be taught If their far-spread renown were false or true, Resolved together with the troop to speed, As soon as she had heard their monarch's need.

LXXXVIII Meanwhile Rogero, with that guiding may, Had vainly by the rugged pathway sped; Who that king Rodomont another way Had taken, when he reached the mountain, read; And thinking, that he was not far away, And the road straight towards that fountain led, Trotting in haste behind the Sarzan hied, Where he new prints upon the path espied.

LXXXIX Hippalca he to Mont Albano prayed, To wend, which distant one day's journey lies; Because to seek anew that fountain-glade, Would be to wander in too wide a guise. And that she need not doubt withal, he said, But that he would retrieve the ravished prize. And, were she in Mount Alban — or where'er — Vowed she the tidings speedily should hear,

XC And gave the letter to that maid to bear, Which, writ by him, he in his bosom wore, And added many matters, with the prayer, She would excuse him by her friendly lore. Hippalca in her memory fixt, with care, The whole; took leave, and turned her horse once more: Nor ceased that faithful messenger to ride Till she Mount Alban reached at evening-tide.

XCI Rogero followed fast the paynim knight, Tracked o'er the level by those footsteps new, But overtook him not, till he got sight, Beside the fount, of Mandricardo too. Already either had his promise plight, He nought unknown to his compeer would do, Till they had succour to that host conveyed, On which King Charles his yoke had nearly laid.

XCII Arrived, Rogero knew Frontino gay, And, through that courser, knew the knight astride; And on his lance with bending shoulder lay, And in fierce tone the African defied. Job was outdone by Rodomont that day, In that the king subdued his haughty pride, And the fell fight which he had ever used To seek with every instance, he refused.

XCII The first day this and last, that e'er in fight King Rodomont refused his part to bear! But his desire appeared to him so right, In succour of his sovereign to repair; That if he had believed he clutched the knight Faster than nimble leopard gripes the hare, He not so far his purpose would forego, As on his prey to waste a passing blow.

XCIV Add, that he knows Rogero is the peer Who him for good Frontino now assails; — So famous, that no other cavalier Like him such eminence of glory scales; — The man, of whom he gladly would be clear, By proof, how much in battle he avails: Yet shuns the combat, proffered on his part; So much his monarch's siege has he at heart.

XCV Three hundred miles, a thousand, would he ride, — Were it not so — to purchase such affray; But he, if him Achilles had defied, Had done no otherwise than as I say; So deeply did the covering ashes hide That fire beneath, whose fury stifled lay: He told why he refused the strife; and prayed, As well Rogero the design to aid.

XCVI Adding that he, in doing so, would do What to his lord a faithful vassal owes; Still, when the siege was raised, might they renew And terminate their deadly strife by blows. To him Rogero cried, "The fight with you I freely will defer, till from his foes King Agramant be rescued by the sword; Provided first Frontino be restored.

XCVII "Would you that I delay to prove by deed, That you have acted in unworthy sort, — Nor did, like valiant man, to take my steed Thus from a woman — till we meet at court, Render me my Frontino back, or read, Upon no other ground, will I support That battle shall not be between us two; Nor will accord an hour of truce to you."

XCVIII While of that African he so demands Frontino, or him threats with instant fray; And either still the other's claim withstands, Nor this the steed will grant, nor that delay; King Mandricardo stirs, on the other hand, Another strife; who sees that ensign gay Rogero on his shield was wont to wear, The bird which reigns o'er other fowls of air.

XCIX He bore on azure field that eagle white, The beauteous ensign of the Trojan throng: Such glorious bearing showed that youthful knight, Because he drew his line from Hector strong. But Mandricardo knew not of this right, Nor would endure — and deemed a crying wrong, That any other but himself should wield Famed Hector's argent eagle on his shield.

C King Mandricardo is like blazon wore The bird of Ide, which bore off Ganymede: How in the castle perilous of yore, He gained that noble ensign for his meed, — That enterprize I ween, with matter more, You bear in mind, and how, for his good deed, The fairy gave it him with all the gear, Erst given by Vulcan to the Trojan peer.

CI The Tartar and Rogero had before Engaged in battle, only on this quest, Divided by what accident, my lore Recites not, as already manifest: Nor had till now those knights encountered more: When Mandricardo sees that bird imprest On the Child's shield, he shouts with threatening cry To young Rogero: "Take my proud defy!"

CII "Audacious man, mine ensign do'st thou wear, Nor this to-day for the first time, is said; And think'st thou, madman, I will thee forbear, Because for once to spare thee I was led? But since nor menace nor yet counsel are Of force to drive this folly from thy head, It shall appear how much it had been best For thee forthwith to have obeyed my hest."

CIII "As fire, whereon dry, heated wood is strown, Roused by a little puff, at once ascends, So burns Rogero's wrath, to fury blown, By the first word with which that king offends. "Thou thinkest," he exclaims, "to bear me down, Because his knight as well with me contends: But learn that I can win in fighting field From him the horse, from thee good Hector's shield.

CIV "Yet once before — nor is it long ago — Twixt us in battle was this question tried: But I that day restrained the murderous blow, Because thou hadst no faulchion at thy side. These shall be deeds, that strife was but a show; And ill this argent bird shall thee betide; This is the ancient bearing of my line; Tis thou usurpest what by right is mine."

CV — "Say rather, thou usurpest mine from me"; Cried Mandricardo; and that faulchion drew, Which lately, underneath the greenwood tree, Orlando from his hand in fury threw. The Child, who could not aught but courteous be, (Such was his gentle nature) at the view Of Mandricardo, with his faulchion drawn, Let fall his ready lance upon the lawn;

CVI And at the same time, strained his goodly sword; And better braced the covering shield he wore: But 'twixt those combatants leapt Argier's lord, And quick Marphisa spurred the pair before; And one this foe, the other that implored, And both besought, that they would strive no more. King Rodomont complains the Tartar knight Has violated twice the compact plight.

CVII First, in belief he should Marphisa gain, He more than once had jousted for that fair; Now to bear off Rogero's ensign fain, He for king Agramant shows little care. — "If thus" (said Rodomont) "you faith maintain, To finish our own combat better were, A cause of strife more fitting and more due Than either of the pleas maintained by you.

CVIII "On this condition was the treaty plight, And the accord between us now in force; When I with thee shall have performed the fight, I next shall answer him about the horse: You then with him, if you survive, your right Shall to the shield maintain in warlike course. But I such work shall give you, I conceive, As will small labour for Rogero leave."

CIX — "The bargain which thou hopest thou shalt not have," (King Mandricardo answered Rodomont) "I will accord thee more than thou do'st crave, And trust to make thee sweat from feet to front. And to bestow on others, much shall save, As water never fails in plenteous font; And for Rogero and a thousand more, And all the world beside reserve a store."

CX Their fury waxed, and angrier words ensued, Now upon this and now upon that side. With Rodomont and with the Child at feud, Fierce Mandricardo both at once defied. Rogero, not endowed with suffering mood, Would hear no more of peace, but vengeance cried. Now here Marphisa hurried, and now there, But could not singly such an ill repair.

CXI As peasant, when a river saps its mounds, And seeking vent the oozing waters drop, Hastening to shut the stream within its bounds, And save his pastures and expected crop, Dams right and left; yet him the stream confounds: For, if he here the sinking ruin prop, There he beholds the rotten dyke give out, And from thick seams the restless water spout,

CXII So, while the Tartar and Rogero rage, And Rodomont, in hurly-burly fray, For each of these would fiercest battle wage, And would outgo his fears in that assay, Marphisa seeks their fury to assuage, And strives, and time and trouble throws away; For as she makes one knight from strife retire, She sees the others re-engage with ire.

CXIII Marphisa, to appease the warriors bent, Exclaimed, "Sirs, listen to my better lore; A good remembrance 'tis, all argument To leave until we Agramant restore. If each is on his own design intent, With Mandricardo will I strive once more; And fain would see, according to his word, If he can conquer me with spear and sword.

CXIV "But if, to aid our sovereign, duty call, Him let us aid, nor civil discord breed." — "To ground, through me, such project shall not fall," Rogero said, "so he restore my steed. Let him resign that horse, or — once for all. I say again — to his defence take heed. I either here my parting breath will yield, Or on my courser will return afield."

CXV — "Twere not so easy to obtain this quest As 'twere that other," Rodomont replied; And thus pursued: "I unto thee protest, If any evil shall our king betide, Thine is the fault not mine; for I am prest To do whate'er is fitting, on my side." Small heed to that protest Rogero paid, And stung by fury, griped his trenchant blade.

CXVI On Argier's king he sprang, like savage boar, Encountering him with shoulder and with shield; And him disordered and distrest so sore, That with one stirrup's loss, the monarch reeled. — "Rogero," Mandricardo cried, "give o'er, Or else with me divide the battle-field"; And struck, this said, with worse than felon spite, Upon the morion of that youthful knight.

CXVII Even to his courser's neck Rogero bends; Nor, when he would, himself can rear; Because the sword of Ulien's son descends As well upon the youthful cavalier; And, but that adamant his face defends, Across the cheeks his tempered helm would sheer. The Child, in anguish, opens either hand; And this the bridle drops and that the brand.

CXVIII Him o'er the field his courser bears away; On earth the faulchion lies, which he let go: Marphisa (with Rogero's through that day, Comrade in arms) appeared like fire to glow, Enraged, that two one knight should overlay; And, as magnanimous and stout, for foe Singled King Mandricardo out, and sped, With all her might, stroke upon his head.

CXIX Rodomont o'er the plain pursues his man. — Another stroke, and he has lost the horse! But Richardetto drives, and Vivian, Between the Child and paynim in that course. This warrior at the king of Argier ran, And from Rogero severed him by force; That (it was Vivian) in Rogero's hand, Now from the blow recovered, placed his brand.

CXX As soon as to himself the Child returns, And is by Vivian armed with sword again, To venge the injury that stripling burns, And runs at Rodomont with flowing rein, Like lion, whom a bull upon his horns Has lifted, though he feels this while no pain, So him his heat of blood, disdain, and ire, To venge that cruel outrage goad and fire.

CXXI Rogero storms upon the paynim's crest; And, could that knight recover his own brand, Which by foul felony (as erst exprest) Was ravished from the youthful warrior's hand, I well believe that the descending pest Rodomont's iron casque will ill withstand; That casque which Babel's king bade forge, who sought To war on Heaven in his presumptuous thought.

CXXII Discord, believing nothing could ensue But stir, and strife, and combat on that head; And that there was no place, amid the crew, For truce or treaty, to her sister said, That she, her well-beloved monks to view, Might now again with her securely tread. Let them depart; and mark we where in front Rogero has sore wounded Rodomont.

CXXIII Rogero's blow was levelled with such spite, That this upon Frontino's crupper made The helmet and the shell of iron smite, In which that Saracen his limbs arrayed; And he, three times or four, to left and right, — As if about to fall — head-foremost, swayed; And would have lost withal his trusty brand, But that the hilt was fastened to his hand.

CXXIV Marphisa has king Mandricardo prest Meanwhile, and makes him sweat breast, front, and face; And he Marphisa has as sore distrest: But such good plates each valiant bosom case, Impassable is either iron vest; And both have hitherto maintained their place. But, at a turn her martial courser made, Marphisa needed young Rogero's aid.

CXXV Marphisa's martial steed, in turning short, Where a firm footing that soft mead denied, On the moist surface slipt, and in such sort, That he fell, helpless, on his better side; And, as he rose in haste and lacked support, Athwart by furious Brigliador was plied; On which the paynim, little courteous, came; So that he fell anew beneath the dame.

CXXVI Rogero, when Marphisa on the ground He saw unhorsed, deferred no more his aid; Who for that deed had leisure; since, astound, Rodomont far away had been conveyed: He smote the morion which that Tartar crowned; And, cleft like stalk, his head on earth had laid, Had he his trusty Balisarda born, Or Mandricardo other helmet worn.

CXXVII Rodomont, of his senses repossest, Turned round this while, and Richardetto spied; And recollecting how, when late distrest, He to Rogero succour had supplied, Quickly against that youthful warrior prest; Who an ill guerdon would from him abide, Did Malagigi not his malice thwart With other magic and with mickle art.

CXXVIII Sage Malagigi versed in every sleight Which by the wisest wizard can be done; Although his book he has not, by whose might, He in his course can stop the passing sun; The conjuration recollects and rite, By which he tames the rebel fiends; and one Bids enter into Doralice's steed, Whom he to fury stings and headlong speed.

CXXIX Into that gentle palfrey's form, who bore The beauteous daughter of King Stordilane, Sir Vivian's brother, simply by his lore, Made pass an angel of the dark domain; And the good horse, who never moved before, Except in due obedience to the rein, Now took a leap, possest by that ill sprite, Thirty feet long and sixteen feet in height.

CXXX It was a mighty leap, yet not so wide As to make any rider void the sell. Seeing herself so high in air, loud cried, (Yielding herself for dead) that bonnibel. Her palfrey, with the Daemon for his guide, After his leap, runs, goaded by the spell (The maid still screaming) such a furious course, An arrow had not reached the flying horse.

CXXXI At the first hearing of that voice, the son Of Ulien, on his part, the strife suspended; And thither, where the furious palfrey run, Swiftly in succour of the lady wended. No less was by the Tartar monarch done; Who neither Child nor damsel more offended; But without craving time, or truce, or peace, Pursued King Rodomont and Doralice.

CXXXII Marphisa rose meanwhile, to fury stirred; And, with disdain all over in a glow, Thought to accomplish her revenge, and erred: For at too great a distance was the foe. Rogero, who beheld the war deferred, Rather like lion roared than sighed: well know Those two their coursers they should vainly gore, Following Frontino and good Brigliador.

CXXXIII Rogero will not halt till he renew And end the unfinished combat for the horse; Marphisa will not quit that Tartar, who Will to her satisfaction prove his force. To leave their quarrel in such guise the two Esteem foul scandal; as their better course, In chase of those offending knights to fare, Is the conclusion of that valiant pair.

CXXXIV They in the paynim camp will find each foe, If them before they find not on their way; Whom thither bound, to raise the siege they know, Ere Charlemagne bring all beneath his sway. So thitherward the twain directly go Where these, they deem, will be their certain prey. Yet not so rudely thence Rogero broke, But that he first with his companion spoke.

CXXXV Thither returns Rogero, where apart Is he, the brother of his lady fair; And vows himself his friend, with generous heart, In good or evil fortune, everywhere. Him he implores — and frames his speech with art — He his salutes will to his sister bear; And this so well, he moves by that request No doubt in him, nor any of the rest.

CXXXVI Of Malagigi he and Viviane Next takes farewell and wounded Aldigier; Their services no less that kindly twain Proffer, as ever debtors to the peer. Marphisa to seek Paris is so fain, That parting she forgets her friends to cheer; But Malagigi and Vivian, in pursuit, Follow, and from afar that maid salute;

CXXXVII And so Sir Richardet as well: but low On earth lies Aldigier, and there must rest. The two first champions towards Paris go, And the two others next pursue that quest. In other canto, Sir, I hope to show Of wondrous and of superhuman gest, Wrought to the damage of the Christian king, By those two couples of whose worth I sing.

CANTO 27

ARGUMENT By good Rogero and those paynims three Defeated, Charlemagne to Paris flies. Already all, throughout their chivalry, Are mad with spite and hatred; jars arise, And strife; and means to still their enmity Their sovereign is unable to devise. From him departs the monarch of Argier, Who is rejected of his lady dear.

I A woman for the most part reasons best Upon a sudden motion, and untaught; For with that special grace the sex is blest, 'Mid those so many gifts, wherewith 'tis fraught; But man, of a less nimble wit possest, Is ill at counsel, save, with sober thought, He ruminates thereon, content to spend Care, time and trouble to mature his end.

II That seemed good counsel, but was ill indeed Of Malagigi's, as before was said; Albeit he so rescued in his need His cousin Richardet, with odds o'erlaid, When from the paynim monarchs him he freed By ready demon, who his hest obeyed; For sure he never deemed they should be borne, Where they would work the Christian army scorn.

III Had he some little prize for counsel stayed, (We with the same success may well suppose) He to his cousin might have furnished aid, Yet brought not on the Christian host their foes: That evil sprite he might as well have made, Him, who embodied in the palfrey goes, Eastward or west, so far that lady bear, That France should hear no further of the pair.

IV So the two lovers, following her who flies, To other place than Paris might be brought: But this calamity was a surprise On Malagigi, through his little thought; And fiendish malice, banished from the skies, Which ever blood and fire and ravage sought, Guided them by that way to Charles' disaster; Left to his choice by him, the wizard master.

V The wayward fiend who makes that palfrey ramp Bears off the frighted Doralice amain; Nor river nor yet yawning ditch, or swamp, Wood, rock, or rugged cliff, the steed restrain; Till, traversing the French and English camp, And other squadrons of the mingled train, Beneath the holy flag of Christ arraid, He to Granada's king the fair conveyed.

VI The Sarzan and the Tartar the first day That royal damsel a long while pursue; Because her distant form they yet survey; But finally they lose that lady's view; When, like a lyme-dog, whom the hunters lay On hare or roebuck's trail, the valiant two Follow upon her track, nor halt, till told That she is harboured in her father's hold.

VII Guard thyself, Charles: for, lo! against thee blown Is such a storm, that I no refuge see: Nor these redoubted monarchs come alone, But those of Sericane and Circassy; While Fortune, who would probe thee to the bone, Has taken those two shining stars from thee, Who kept thee by their wisdom and their light; And thou remainest blind and wrapt in night.

VIII 'Tis of the valiant cousins I would speak: Of these, Orlando of his wit bereft, Naked, in sun or shower, by plain or peak, Wanders about the world, a helpless weft; And he, in wisdom little less to seek, Rinaldo, in thy peril thee has left; And, for in Paris-town she is not found, In search of his Angelica is bound.

IX A cunning, old enchanter him deceived, As in the outlet of my tale was said: Deluded by a phantom, he believed Angelica was with Orlando fled; And hence with jealousy, at heart, aggrieved (Lover ne'er suffered worse) to Paris sped; Whence he, as soon as he appeared at court, By chance, was named to Britain to resort.

X Now, the field won, wherein with mickle fame He drove King Agramant his works behind, To Paris yet again the warrior came, Searched convent, tower, and house, and, save confined 'Twixt solid walls or columns be the dame, Her will the restless lover surely find: Nor her nor yet Orlando he descries, So forth in the desire to seek them hies.

XI Her to Anglantes or to Brava brought, He deemed the Count enjoyed in mirth and play; And vainly, here and there, that damsel sought, Nor here nor there, descried the long-sought prey. To Paris he repaired again, in thought The paladin returning to waylay; Because he deemed he could not rove at large Without that Town, but on some special charge.

XII Within he takes a day or two's repose; And, when he finds Orlando comes not there, Again to Brava and Anglantes goes Inquiring tidings of the royal fair; Nor, whether morning dawns or noontide glows, — Nor night nor day — his weary steed does spare; Nor once — but twice a hundred times — has run The selfsame course, by light of moon or sun.

XIII But the ancient foe, deluded by whose say, To the forbidden fruit Eve raised her hand, Turned his wan eyes on Charlemagne one day, When he the good Rinaldo absent scanned; And seeing what foul rout and disarray Might at that time be given to Charles's band, Of all the Saracens the choice and flower Marshalled in arms against the Christian power.

XIV King Sacripant and King Gradasso (who Whilere companionship in war had made, When from Atlantes' palace fled the two) Together to unite their arms, in aid Of royal Agramant's beleaguered crew, And where through unknown lands the warriors hied, Made smooth the way, and served them as a guide.

XV Thither another fiend that ruthless foe Bade Rodomont and Mandricardo bear Through ways, by which his comrade was not slow With the affrighted Doralice to fare: A third, lest they their enterprize forego, Rogero and Marphisa has in care: But their conductor journeys not so fast; And hence that martial pair arrives the last.

XVI Later by half an hour, against their foes, So matched, Rogero and Marphisa speed; Because the sable angel, who his blows Aimed at the bands that held the Christian creed, Provided, that the contest which arose About that horse, his work should not impede; Which had again been kindled, had the twain, Rodomont and Rogero, met again.

XVII The first four ride until themselves they find Where the besiegers and besieged they view; And see the banners shaking in the wind, And the cantonments of those armies two. Here they short counsel took, and next opined, In spite of Charlemagne's beleaguering crew, To carry speedy succour to their liege, And rescue royal Agramant from siege.

XVIII Where thickest camped lay Charles's host, they spurred, Closing their files against the Christian foe. "Afric and Spain!" is the assailants' word, Whom at all points the Franks for paynims know. — "To arms, to arms!" throughout their camp is heard: But first is felt the Moorish sabre's blow: Even on the rear-guard falls the vengeful stroke, Not charged alone, but routed, beat and broke.

XIX The Christian host throughout is overthrown, And how they know not, in tumultuous wise; And that it is a wonted insult done By Switzer or by Gascon, some surmise; But — since the reason is to most unknown — Each several nation to its standard flies, This to the drum, that to the trumpet's sound, And shriek and shout from earth to heaven redound.

XX All armed is Charlemagne, except his head, And, girt with paladins, his faithful stay, Arrived demanding what alarm has bred Disorder in his host and disarray; And stopt with menace this or that who fled, And many fugitives, upon their way, Some with maimed face, breast, arm, or hand, espied, And some with head or throat with life-blood dyed.

XXI Advancing, he on earth saw many more, Or rather in a lake of crimson laid, Horribly weltering in their own dark gore, Beyond the leech's and magician's aid; And busts dissevered from the heads they bore, And legs and arms — a cruel show — surveyed; And, from the first cantonments to the last, Saw slaughtered men on all sides as he past.

XXII Where the small band advances in such wise, Deserving well eternal praise to gain, Vouching their deeds, a long-drawn furrow lies, A signal record of their might and main. His army's cruel slaughter, with surprise, Anger and rage, is viewed by Charlemagne. So he whose shattered walls have felt its force, Throughout his mansion tracks the lightning's course.

XXIII Not to the ramparts of the paynim crew Of Agramant as yet had pierced this aid, When, on the further side, these other two, Rogero and Marphisa, thither made. When, once or twice, that worthy pair a view Have taken of the ground, and have surveyed The readiest way assistance to afford, They swiftly move in succour of their lord.

XXIV As when we spark to loaded mine apply, Through the long furrow, filled with sable grain, So fast the furious wildfire darts, that eye Pursues the progress of the flash with pain; And as dire ruin follows, and from high, The loosened rock and solid bastion rain, So bold Rogero and Marphisa rush To battle, so the Christian squadrons crush.

XXV Front and askance, the assailants smote, and low On earth heads, arms, and severed shoulders lay, Where'er the Christian squadrons were too slow To free the path and break their close array. Whoe'er has seen the passing tempest blow, And of the hill or valley, in its way, One portion ravage and another leave, May so their course amid that host conceive.

XXVI Many who had escaped by quick retreat, Rodomont and those other furious three, Thank God that he had given them legs and feet, Wherewith to fly from that calamity; And from the Child and damsel new defeat Encounter, while with endlong course they flee: As man, no matter if he stands or run, Seeks vainly his predestined doom to shun.

XXVII Who 'scape one peril, into other fly, And pay the penalty of flesh and blood; So, by the teeth of dog, is wont to die The fox, together with her infant brood, By one who dwells her ancient cavern nigh Unearthed, and with a thousand blows pursued; When from some unsuspected place, that foe Has filled with fire and smoke the den below.

XXVIII Marphisa and the Child, of danger clear, Enter the paynim ramparts; and, with eyes Upturned, the Saracens, with humble cheer, Thank Heaven for the success of that emprize: The paladins no longer are their fear; The meanest Moor a hundred Franks defies; And 'tis resolved, without repose, again To drench with Christian blood the thirsty plain.

XXIX At once a formidable larum rose; Horns, drums, and shrilling clarions filled the skies; And the wind ruffles, as it comes and goes, Banner and gonfalon of various dyes. The Germans and the warlike Bretons close; Ranged on the other part, in martial wise, Italians, English, French, were seen, and through Those armies furious war blazed forth anew.

XXX The force of the redoubted Rodomont, And that of Agrican's infuriate son, That of Rogero, valiant's copious font, Gradasso's, so renowned for trophies won, The martial maid, Marphisa's fearless front, And might of Sacripant, excelled by none, Made Charles upon Saint John and Denys call, And fly for shelter to his Paris wall.

XXXI Of fierce Marphisa and her bold allies The unconquered daring and the wondrous might, Sir, was not of a nature — of a guise — To be conceived, much less described aright: The number slaughtered hence may you surmise! What cruel blow King Charles sustained in fight! Add to these warriors of illustrious name, More than one Moor, with Ferrau, known to Fame.

XXXII Many through reckless haste were drowned in Seine, For all too narrow was the bridge's floor, An wished, like Icarus, for wings in vain, Having grim death behind them and before, Save Oliver, and Ogier hight the Dane, The paladins are prisoners to the Moor: Wounded beneath his better shoulder fled The first, that other with a broken head.

XXXIII And. like Orlando and Duke Aymon's son, Had faithful Brandimart thrown up the game, Charles had from Paris into exile gone, If he had scaped alive so fierce a flame. Brandimart does his best, and when 'tis done, Yields to the storm: Thus Fortune, fickle dame, Now smiles upon the paynim monarch, who Besieges royal Charlemagne anew.

XXXIV From earth beneath the widow's outcry swells, Mingled with elder's and with orphan's prayer, Into the pure serene, where Michael dwells, Rising above this dim and troubled air; And to the blest archangel loudly tells, How the devouring wolf and raven tear His faithful English, French, and German train, Whose slaughtered bodies overspread the plain.

XXXV Red blushed the blessed angel, who believed He ill obedience to his lord had paid; And, in his anger, deemed himself deceived By the perfidious Discord and betrayed: He his Creator's order had received To stir the Moors to strife, nor had obeyed; Had rather in their eyes who marked the event, Appeared throughout to thwart his high intent.

XXXVI As servant faithful to his lord, and more In love than memory strong, who finds that he Has that forgotten which at his heart-core, As precious as his life and soul should be, Hastes to repair his error, nor before He mend that fault, again his lord will see, So not to God St. Michael will ascend Until he has achieved his holy end.

XXXVII Again he to that monastery flew, Where whilom he had Discord seen; and there Seated in chapter sees her, while anew Their yearly officers elected are, She taking huge delight those friers to view, That at each other hurled their books of prayer. His hand within her locks the archangel twists, And deals her endless scathe with feet and fists.

XXXVIII On her he next a cross's handle broke; Wherewith her back, and arms, and head he plies: His mercy with loud voice the wretch bespoke, And hugged that angel's knees with suppliant cries. Michael suspends not the avenging stroke Till hunted to the Moorish camp she flies, Then thus: "Believe worse vengeance yet in store, If I beyond these lines behold thee more."

XXXIX Albeit in back and arms all over shent Was Discord by that angel, in her fear Of suffering yet again such chastisement, Such horrid fury and such blows severe, She speedily to take her bellows went, And, adding food to what she lit whilere, And setting other ready piles afire, Kindled in many hearts a blaze of ire;

XL And good Rogero (she inflames them so) With Rodomont and Mandricardo fares To Agramant; and all (since now the foe The paynims pressed no more, the vantage theirs) To him the seed of their dissensions show, And what the bitter produce which it bears: Then to the judgment of the king refer Who first in listed field his claim should stir.

XLI As well Marphisa to Troyano's son, Relates her case, and will conclude the fray Which with the Tartar king she had begun, Because by him provoked to that assay; Nor will she yield her place to any one, No, not a single hour, yet less a day; But with loud instances maintains her right With Mandricardo first to wage the fight.

XLII To have the first possession of the field No less renowned king Rodomont contended, Which he, the African array to shield, Had interrupted and till now suspended. Rogero to King Agramant appealed, As having borne too long, though sore offended, That Rodomont form him detained his horse, Nor yet would meet him first in martial course.

XLIII The Tartar king, for more perplexity, Denied on any ground Rogero's right The bearer of the white-winged bird to be; And was so passing wood with wrath and spite, That, if to this those others would agree, He would at once those several quarrels fight; And so those others would as well have done, If Agramant's consent they could have won.

XLIV King Agramant, with prayer and kingly word, Had willingly appeased that jarring crew; But since the foes were deaf to all accord, Nor would assent to peace or truce anew, Considered how at least he might afford The field of each of them in order due; And, as the best resolve, at last decreed, Each should by lot possess the listed mead.

XLV Four lots the monarch bade prepare, which done, This "Rodomont and Mandricardo" said; "Rogero and Mandricardo" were in one; In one, "Rogero and Rodomont" were read; That "Mandricardo and Marphisa" run: Next, as the fickle goddess, Fortune, led, The lots are drawn, and in the first appear The Tartar king and sovereign of Argier.

XLVI Rogero and Mandricardo for that play Were next; Rogero and Rodomont were third; Marphisa's lot and Mardricardo's lay At bottom; whence the dame was deeply stirred; Nor young Rogero seems a whit more gay: Who knows the prowess of those two preferred Will nothing in the listed combat leave For him or for Marphisa to achieve.

XLVII There lies a place, of Paris little wide, Covering a mile or somewhat less, and round; Like ancient theatre, on every side, Encompast by a tall and solid mound; With castle whilom was it fortified, Which sword and fire had levelled with the ground. The Parmesan like circle does survey, Whenever he to Borgo wends his way.

XLVIII In this place is prepared the listed mead, Which palisades of little height inclose; A square, of just proportions for that need, With two capacious gates, as usage goes. The day on which to combat have agreed Those valiant knights, who will not balk their foes, Beside the palisades, to left and right, Facing each entrance, are pavilions pight.

XLIX In that, which looks towards the western sun, Is lodged the giant monarch of Argier; And him assist his serpent-hide to don Bold Ferrau and Circassia's cavalier. Gradasso and the puissant Falsiron, In that which fronts the morning hemisphere, Clothe with their hands, in Trojan plate and chain, The good successor of King Agricane.

L High on a throne of ample state appeared Agramant and Marsilius; next in place Were Stordilane and all the chiefs, revered Throughout the squadrons of the paynim race. Happy was he who found himself upreared On mound or tree, above that level space. Great was the throng, and round the palisade On every side the eddying people swayed.

LI Were seated with the Queen of fair Castille Queens, princesses, and dames of noble strain, From Arragon, Granada, and Seville, And Atlas' columns; and amid the train Assembled to behold that fierce appeal, Was placed the daughter of King Stordilane: Two costly vests — one red, one green — she wore; But ill the first was dyed, and faded sore.

LII In dress succinct Marphisa sate; in plight Such as beseemed a warrior and a maid: Thermodoon haply witnessed Hippolyte And her fair squadron in like garb arrayed. Afield already, in his livery dight, Agramant's herald made proclaim, and said It was forbid to all men, far and wide, In act or word, with either part to side.

LIII The frequent crowd expects the double foe; And often, in impatience, they complain, And call those famous cavaliers too slow: When from the Tartar's tent an angry strain Is heard, and cries which multiply; sir, know It was the martial king of Sericane, And puissant Tartar, who that question stirred, And made the mighty tumult which has heard.

LIV Sericane's monarch, having with his hand Equipt the king of Tartary all o'er, Approached to gird him with that sovereign brand, With which Orlando went adorned of yore. When Durindana on the hilt he scanned, Graved with the quartering that Almontes wore; Which from that wretched man, beside a font, Youthful Orlando reft in Aspramont.

LV He, seeing this, agnised it for the blade So famous, which Anglantes' warrior bore, For which he had the fairest fleet arrayed Which ever put to sea from eastern shore; And had Castille's rich kingdom overlaid, And conquered fruitful France some years before; But cannot now imagine how that sword Is in possession of the Tartar lord;

LVI And asks had he by force or treaty won, And when and where and how, that faulchion bright; And Mandricardo said that he had done Fierce battle for that sword with Brava's knight; Who feigned himself of sober sense foregone, Hoping that so he should conceal his fright: — "For I on him would ceaseless war have made," (He added) "while he kept the goodly blade."

LVII Saying the Count, in yielding to his foe That sword, the Beavers' known device had tried; Who. followed closely by the hunter, know Their fell pursuer covers nought beside. Ere he had heard him out, — "Nor I forego That sword to thee nor any one," (replied Gradasso, fierce,) "well earned by me, at cost Of treasure, and of pain, and people lost.

LVIII "Some other faulchion for thyself purvey; This will I have; nor deem my reasons new; Whether Orlando wise or foolish stray, I make it mine where'er it meets my view. With none to witness, thou, beside the way Usurped that sword; I claim it as my due: For this my scimeter shall reasons yield, And we will try the cause in listed field.

LIX "Prepare to win the sword before thou rear That goodly blade against King Rodomont. To win his arms is use of cavalier, Before his foe in duel he affront." — "No sweeter music ever soothes my ear" (Replied the Tartar, as he raised his front) "Than voice which champions me to martial field; But see that his consent the Sarzan yield.

LX "Be thou the first; and, next on listed ground Let Sarza's valiant lord the question try; Nor doubt but I in readiness be found To thee and every other to reply." " — Thou shalt not so the ordered lots confound, Or break our compact (was Rogero's cry): Either, first Rodomont shall take the field, Or shall to me his right of battle yield.

LXI "It that be true Gradasso has averred, That knight should win the arms he would assay, Thou hast no title to my white-winged bird, Save this from me thou first shalt bear away. But since, forsooth, whilere I said the word, I will not what I once pronounced unsay, That mine shall be the second battle, so That Argier's monarch first affront his foe.

LXII "I will confuse the order of the field, Throughout, if partially confused by thee; Abandon will I not my blazoned shield, Unless thou combat for it now with me." — "Were one and the other Mars, for battle steeled, (Replies enraged, the king of Tartary) "Nor one nor the other's might should make me waive My title to that shield and goodly glaive";

LXIII And over mastered by his choler, flies With a clenched fist at him of Sericane, And smites him with his right-hand in such wise, As makes him quit his hold of Durindane. Gradasso bold was taken by surprise, Not deeming him so furious and insane; And, while he looked not to the Tartar lord, Found himself robbed of good Orlando's sword.

LXIV Fury and scorn Gradasso's visage heats, Which seems to flash with fire, at that disgrace; And with more rage and pain his bosom beats, In that 'twas offered in such public place. To draw his scimeter, the king retreats, Intent upon revenge, some little space. So Mandricardo on himself relies Rogero he to fight, as well defies.

LXV "Come on in arms against me, both combined, And be King Rodomont the third!" (he said) "Come Spain and Afric and all human kind; Ne'er will I turn." And he, at nought dismaid, So saying, in his fury, sawed the wind About him, with Almontes' noble blade, Embraced his shield, and, full of choler, stood Against Gradasso and Rogero good.

LXVI "Leave me the care," the fierce Gradasso cried, "The phrensy of this madman to subdue." — "Not so, by Heaven!" Rogero wroth replied, "For I this field claim justly as my due." — "Stand back!" and "stand thou back!" on either side They shout; yet neither of the twain withdrew. And thus among those three began a feud; And thence some strange result would have ensued,

LXVII If many had not interposed, and sought With little wit their fury to restrain; Who had well-nigh too dear the experience bought Of saving others at their proper pain; Nor to accord the world had ever brought Those knights, but that the worthy king of Spain Came thither with renowned Troyano's heir; Awed by whose sovereign presence all forbear.

LXVIII Agramant those contending warriors made The cause of their so burning strife display; Next earnestly bestirred himself, and prayed Gradasso that he would, in courteous way, Concede the Trojan Hector's goodly blade To Mandricardo, solely for that day, Until the cruel fight was at an end, Wherein he should with Rodomont contend.

LXIX While royal Agramant would peace restore, And now with this and now with that conferred, From the other tent, between the Sarzan Moor And Sacripant, another strife was heard. Valiant King Sacripant (as said before) To equip Sir Rodomont himself bestirred, And he and Ferrau had that champion drest In his forefather Nimrod's iron vest;

LXX And there had they arrived, where with his spume The horse was making his rich bridle white: I of the good Frontino speak, for whom Rogero urged with yet unfelt despite. King Sacripant, who plays the part of groom, And has to bring afield the Sarzan knight, Marks narrowly the courser's gear and shoes, And sell and furniture throughout reviews;

LXXI And as his points and nimble parts, more near, He, in this view, observes with better heed, The youthful king, beyond all doubt, is clear He sees his Frontilatte in that steed, Him he of old had held so passing dear, Whilom of such debates the fruitful seed; And for whose loss, whilere he was so woe, He evermore on foot resolved to go.

LXXII This from beneath him had Brunello borne Before Albracca, on the very day Angelica's rare ring, and Roland's horn, And Balisarda he conveyed away, With fierce Marphisa's blade, — and on return To Afric — to Rogero, from his prey, Gave Balisarda and the courser, who Was by the Child Frontino named anew.

LXXIII Assured 'twas no mistake, Circassia's chief Turned him about to Rodomont, and cried: "Reft from me in Albracca, by a thief, This horse is mine; which might be certified By them whose words would warrant well belief: But as my witnesses are distant wide, If it be questioned, I will make it plain, And will, with sword in hand, the truth maintain.

LXXIV "Yet am I well contented, for that we Have for these some few days together gone, To lend him for to-day; since well I see, That not without him could the fight be done; But on condition, that the courser be Acknowledged mine, and furnished as a loan: Otherwise hope not for that horse, save first Me, on this quarrel, thou in combat worst."

LXXV The furious king of Argier, that in pride Surpassed all knights that ever girt the sword, Whose paragon, for heart and prowess tried, Meseems no ancient histories record, Cried: "Sacripant, if any one beside Thyself, to me should utter such a word, He should deem quickly, from its bitter fruit, He from his birth would better have been mute.

LXXVI "But, for that fellowship in which we went, (As thou hast said) together, I to show Such patience and forbearance am content, As warning thee, thy purpose to forego, Until thou shalt have witnessed the event Of strife between me and my Tartar foe: When him I such example hope to make, That thou shalt humbly say, 'The courser take.' "

LXXVII Fierce and enraged, replied Circassia's peer, "To play the churl with thee is courteous deed, But I to thee repeat more plain and clear, Thou ill wouldst aught design against that steed, For, while I an avenging sabre rear, This I prohibit thee, and, should it need, And every better means of battle fail, With thee for this would battle, tooth and nail."

LXXVIII They from dispute proceed to ribaldry, From words to blows; and through their mickle ire, Fierce battle was inflamed, and blazed more high Than ever lightly-kindled straw took fire. King Rodomont is steeled in panoply; Sacripant neither plate nor mail attire: Yet so in fence is skilled that nimble lord, He seems all over sheltered by his sword.

LXXIX No greater were the daring and the might (Though infinite) which Rodomont displaid Than the precaution and the nimble sleight Which the Circassian summoned to his aid: No mill-wheel ever turns with swifter flight The circling stone by which the grain is brayed, Than Sacripant at need moves foot or hand, And shifts now here, now there his restless stand.

LXXX But Serpentine and Ferrau interfere: They with drawn swords the twain asunder bore; With them Grandonio was and Isolier, And many other leaders of the Moor, This was the tumult which was heard whilere In the other tent, what time they laboured sore, Rogero vainly to a peace to bring With Tartary's and Sericana's king.

LXXXI This while some voice to Agramant the news Reports aright, that Ulien's might seed, With Sacripant, Circassia's king, pursues A fierce and furious quarrel for the steed. Agramant, whom so many jars confuse, Exclaims to King Marsilius: "Take thou heed That no worse evil mid these knights betide, While for this new disorder I provide."

LXXXII Rodomont reined his anger, and retired Some deal, at his approaching sovereign's view; Nor less respect in Sacripant inspired The Moorish monarch; of the furious two, He with grave voice and royal mien inquired What cause of strife such deadly discord blew; And having searched their quarrel to the root, Would fain accord them; but with little fruit.

LXXXIII Circassia's monarch would not, on his side, Longer his horse to Argier's lord allow, Save humbly Rodomont to him applied, That steed for this occasion to bestow. To him Sir Rodomont, with wonted pride, Returned for answer: "Neither Heaven nor thou Shall make me recognize as gift or loan What I with this good hand can make mine own."

LXXXIV The king bade Sacripant explain his right, And how that horse was taken from him sought; And this from first to last Circassia's knight Rehearsed, and reddened as the tale he taught, Relating to the king the robber's sleight; Who had surprised him overwhelmed with thought, Upon four spears his courser's saddle stayed, And from beneath the naked horse conveyed.

LXXXV Marphisa, whom these cries, mid others, bring, When of the robbery of the horse advised, In visage is disturbed, remembering How on that day her faulchion was surprised; And when that courser (which equipt with wing Appeared when flying her) she recognized; And recognized as well — at first unknown — The valiant king who filled Circassia's throne.

LXXXVI The others who stood round her, wont to hear Brunello often boast of the deceit, 'Gan turn towards that wretch, and made appear By open signs they knew him for the Cheat. Marphisa who the subtle knave whilere Suspected as the author of that feat, Now questions this, now that, who all accord In saying 'twas Brunello stole her sword;

LXXXVII Who, well deserving as a fitting pain To dangle from the gallows-tree in air, By Agramant the crown of Tingitane (An ill example) was preferred to wear. This fires anew Marphisa's old disdain, Nor she from instant vengeance will forbear, For this, as well as other shame and scorn She on her road had from that caitiff born.

LXXXVIII A squire laced on her helmet, at her hest; She wore the remnant of her armour sheen; Nor without martial cuirass on her breast, Find I, that she ten times was ever seen, Even from the day when first that iron vest Braced on her limbs the passing-valiant queen: With helm on head, where, mid the highest rows, Brunello sits among the first, she goes.

LXXXIX Him by mid breast Marphisa griped amain, And lifted up the losel from the ground; As is rapacious eagle wont to strain The pullet, in her talons circled round; And bore him where the sons of King Troyane Heard the two knights their jarring claims propound. He who perceives himself in evil hands, Aye weeps, and mercy of that maid demands.

XC Above the universal noise and shout, Which rose nigh equally on either side, Brunello, who from all the crowd about For pity now, and now for succour, cried, So loud was heard, that of that ample rout He gathered round himself the pressing tide. Arrived before the Moorish army's head, To him with haughty mien Marphisa said:

XCI "This thief (said she), thy vassal, will I slay, And with this hand of mine will knot the cord About his neck; because the very day He stole this courser, he purloined my sword. But is there any one who deems I say Amiss, let him stand forth and speak the word; For I on him will prove, before thine eyes, I have done right, and who gainsays me, lies.

XCII "But because haply some one may pretend I have till such a time of strife delayed My vengeance, when such famous knights contend, For three days shall the wretch's doom be stayed; In the mean time let him who would defend That caitiff, come himself, or send him aid. For afterwards, if none the deed prevent, His carcass shall a thousand birds content.

XCIII "I hence to yonder tower, which distant nigh Three leagues, o'erlooks a little copse, repair, But with one varlet in my company, And with one waiting-maid; if any dare Rescue the thief, let him come thither; I Wait the approach of his defenders there." Thus she; and thither quickly wends her ways Whither was said, nor any answer stays.

XCIV Held on the pommel grappled by his hair, Brunello on Marphisa's courser lies: The caitiff weeps, and shrieking in despair, On all in whom he hopes, for succour cries. In such confusion is Troyano's heir, He sees no way through these perplexities; And, that Marphisa thence Brunello bore In such a guise, yet grieved the monarch more.

XCV Not that he loved the losel or esteemed, Rather to him some time had borne despite; And often had to hand the caitiff schemed, Since he had forfeited the ring of might. But here his honour touched the monarch deemed, So that his visage reddened at the slight: He would, in person, follow her at speed, And to his utmost power avenge the deed.

XCVI But the wise king, Sobrino, who was by, Him from the quest endeavoured to dissuade, And that with his exalted majesty Such enterprize were ill assorted said: Although firm hope, nay full security, He had to overcome that martial maid, If he with pain subdued a woman, shame, Rather than honour, would pursue his name.

XCVII Small profit and much peril would succeed From any fight he should with her maintain, (And he advised him) as the better deed, To leave that wretched caitiff to his pain; And albeit but a simple nod should need To free him, from that nod he should refrain. In that the monarch would do ill to force Even-handed Justice from her destined course.

XCVIII "Thou to the fierce Marphisa may'st apply To leave his trial (he pursued) to thee, With promise, her in this to satisfy And to suspend him from the gallows-tree: And even should the maid thy prayer deny, Let her in every wish contented be: And rather than that she desert thy side, Let her hang him and every thief beside."

XCIX Right willingly King Agramant gave way To King Sobrino's counsel sage and staid; And let renowned Marphisa wend her way, Nor scathed he, nor let scathe, that martial maid, Neither endured that any her should pray; And heaven knows with what courage he obeyed That wise advice, to calm such ruder strife And quarrel, as throughout his camp were rife.

C At this mad Discord laughed, no more in fear That any truce or treaty should ensue; And scowered the place of combat there and here, Nor could stand still, for pleasure at the view. Pride gamboled and rejoiced with her compeer, And on the fire fresh food and fuel threw, And shouted so that Michael in the sky Knew the glad sign of conquest in that cry.

CI Paris-town rocked, and turbid ran the flood Of Seine at that loud voice, that horrid roar; And, so it echo rang in Arden's wood, Beasts left their caverns in that forest hoar. Alp and Cevenne's mountain-solitude, And Blois, and Arles, and Rouen's distant shore, Rhine, Rhone, and Saone, and Garonne, heard the pest; Scared mothers hugged their children to their breast.

CII Five have set up their rest, resolved to be The first their different quarrels to conclude: And tangled so is one with other plea, That ill Apollo's self could judge the feud. To unravel that first cause of enmity The king began — the strife which had ensued, Because of beauteous Doralice, between The king of Scythia and her Algerine.

CIII King Agramant oft moved, between the pair, Now here now there, to bring them to accord; Now there now here, admonishing that pair, Like faithful brother and like righteous lord: But when he found that neither would forbear, Deaf and rebellious to his royal word, Nor would consent that lady to forego, The cause of strife, in favour of his foe,

CIV As his best lore, at length the monarch said, And to obey his sentence both were fain; That he who was by her preferred, should wed The beauteous daughter of King Stordilane: And that what was established on his head Should not be changed, to either's loss or gain. The compromise was liked on either side, Since either hoped she would for him decide.

CV The mighty king of Sarza, who long space Before the Tartar, had loved Doralice, (Who had preferred that sovereign to such grace As modest lady may, nor do amiss) Believed, when she past sentence on the case, She must pronounce what would ensure his bliss. Nor thus alone King Rodomont conceived, But all the Moorish host with him believed.

CVI All know what exploits wrought by him had been For her in joust and war; they all unsound And weak King Mandricardo's judgment ween; But he, who oft was with her on their round, And oftener private with the youthful queen, What time the tell-tale sun was under ground, He, knowing well how sure he was to speed, Laughed at the silly rabble's idle creed.

CVII They, after, ratify the king's award, Between his hands, and next the suitors twain Before that damsel go, that on the sward Fixing her downcast eyes, in modest vein, Avows her preference of the Tartar lord; At which sore wondering stand the paynim train; And Rodomont remains so sore astound, He cannot raise his visage from the ground.

CVIII But wonted anger chasing shame which dyed The Sarzan's face all over, he arraigned The damsel's sentence, of the faulchion, tied About his manly waist, the handle strained, And in the king's and others' hearing cried: "By this the question shall be lost or gained; And not by faithless woman's fickle thought, Which thither still inclines, where least it ought."

CIX Kind Mandricardo on his feet once more, Exclaims, "And be it as it pleases thee." So that ere yet the vessel made the shore Unploughed remained a mighty space of sea; But that this king reproved the Sarzan sore, Ruling that to appeal upon that plea No more with Mandricardo could avail, And made the moody Sarzan strike his sail.

CX Branded with double scorn, before those peers, By noble Agramant, whose sovereign sway He, as in loyal duty bound, reveres, And by his lady on the selfsame day, There will no more the monarch of Algiers Abide, but of his band — a large array — Two serjeants only for his service takes, And with that pair the paynim camp forsakes.

CXI As the afflicted bull who has foregone His heifer, nor can longer warfare wage, Seeks out the greenwood-holt and stream most lone, Or sands at distance from his pasturage; There ceases not, in sun or shade to moan; Yet not for that exhales his amorous rage: So parts, constrained his lady to forego, The king of Argier, overwhelmed with woe.

CXII Rogero moved, his courser to regain, And had already donned his warlike gear, Then recollecting, that on listed plain At Mandricardo he must couch the spear, Followed not Rodomont, but turned his rein, To end his quarrel with the Tartar, ere He met in combat Sericana's lord Within close barriers, for Orlando's sword.

CXIII To have Frontino ravished in his sight, And be unable to forbid the deed, He sorely grieves; but, when he shall that fight Have done, resolves he will regain the steed; But Sacripant, whom, like the youthful knight, No quarrels in the Moor's pursuit impede, And who was unengaged in other quest, Upon the Sarzan's footsteps quickly prest;

CXIV And would have quickly joined him that was gone, But for the chance of an adventure rare; Which him detained until the day was done, And made him lose the track of Ulien's heir: A woman who had fallen into the Saone, And who without his help had perished there, The warrior drowning in that water found, And stemmed the stream and dragged the dame aground.

CXV When afterwards he would remount the sell, From him his restless charger broke astray, Who fled before his lord till evening fell, Nor lightly did the king that courser stay. At last he caught him; but no more could spell Where he had wandered from the beaten way: Two hundred miles he roved, 'twist hill and plain, Ere he came up with Rodomont again.

CXVI How he by Sacripant was overtaken, And fought by him, to his discomfit sore, And how he lost his courser, how was taken, I say not now, who have to say before, With what disdain and with what anger shaken, Against his liege and love, the Sarzan Moor Forth from the Saracen cantonments sped, And what he of the one and other said.

CXVII Wherever that afflicted paynim goes, He fills the kindling air with sighs that burn; And Echo oft, for pity of his woes, With him from hollow rock is heard to mourn: "O female mind! how lightly ebbs and flows Your fickle mood," (he cries,) "aye prone to turn! Object most opposite to kindly faith! Lost, wretched man, who trusts you to his scathe!

CXVIII "Neither my love nor length of servitude, Though by a thousand proofs to you made clear, Had power even so to fix your faithless mood, That you at least so lightly should not veer: Nor am I quitted, because less endued With worth than Mandricardo I appear; Nor for your conduct cause can I declare, Save this alone, that you a woman are.

CXIX "I think that nature and an angry God Produced thee to the world, thou wicked sex, To be to man a plague, a chastening rod; Happy, wert thou not present to perplex. So serpent creeps along the grassy sod; So bear and ravening wolf the forest vex; Wasp, fly, and gad-fly buzz in liquid air, And the rich grain lies tangled with the tare.

CXX "Why has not bounteous Nature willed that man Should be produced without the aid of thee, As we the pippin, pear, and service can Engraft by art on one another's tree? But she directs not all by certain plan; Rather, upon a nearer view, I see, In naming her, she ill can act aright, Since Nature is herself a female hight.

CXXI "Yet be not therefore proud and full of scorn Women, because man issues from your seed; For roses also blossom on the thorn, And the fair lily springs from loathsome weed. Despiteous, proud, importunate, and lorn Of love, of faith, of counsel, rash in deed, With that, ungrateful, cruel and perverse, And born to be the world's eternal curse!"

CXXII These plaints and countless others to the wind Poured forth the paynim knight, to fury stirred; Now easing in low tone his troubled mind, And now in sounds which were at distance heard, In shame and in reproach of womankind; Yet certes he from sober reason erred: For we may deem a hundred good abound, Where one or two perchance are evil found.

CXXIII Though none for whom I hitherto have sighed — Of those so many — have kept faith with me, All with ingratitude, or falsehood dyed I deem not, I accuse my destiny. Many there are, and have been more beside Unmeriting reproach: but if there be, 'Mid hundreds, one or two of evil way, My fortune wills that I should be their prey.

CXXIV Yet will I make such search before I die, Rather before my hair shall wax more white, That haply on some future day, even I Shall say, "That one has kept her promise plight." And should not the event my trust belie, (Nor am I hopeless) I with all my might Will with unwearied pain her praise rehearse With pen and ink and voice, in prose and verse.

CXXV The Saracen, whom rage no less profound Against his sovereign lord than lady swayed, And who of reason thus o'erpast the bound, And ill of one and of the other said, Would fain behold that monarch's kingdom drowned With such a tempest, with such scathe o'erlaid, As should in Africk every house aggrieve, Nor one stone standing on another leave.

CXXVI And would that from his realm, in want and woe, King Agramant a mendicant should wend; That through his means the monarch, brought thus low, His fathers' ancient seat might reascend: And thus he might the fruit of fealty show, And make his sovereign see, a real friend Was aye to be preferred in wrong or right, Although the world against him should unite;

CXXVII And thus the Saracen pours forth his moan, With rage against his liege and love possest; And on his way is by long journeys gone, Giving himself and courser little rest. The following day or next, upon the Saone He finds himself, who has his course addrest Towards the coast of Provence, with design To his African domain to cross the brine.

CXXVIII From bank to bank the stream was covered o'er With boat of little burden, which conveyed, For the supply of the invading Moor, Victual, from many places round purveyed: Since even from Paris to the pleasant shore Of Acquamorta, all his rule obeyed; And — fronting Spain — whate'er of level land Was seen, extending on the better hand.

CXXIX The victual, disembarked from loaded barge, Was laid on sumpter-horse or ready wain; And sent, with escort to protect the charge, Where barges could not come; about the plain, Fat herds were feeding on the double marge, Brought thither from the march of either reign; And, by the river-side, at close of day, In different homesteads lodged, the drovers lay.

CXXX The king of Argier (for the dusky air Of night began upon the world to close) Here listened to a village-landlord's prayer, That in his inn besought him to repose. — His courser stalled — the board with plenteous fare Is heaped, and Corsic wine and Grecian flows; For, in all else a Moor, the Sarzan drank Of the forbidden vintage like a Frank.

CXXXI To warlike Rodomont, with goodly cheer And kindlier mien, the landlord honour paid; For he the port of an illustrious peer In his guest's lofty presence saw pourtrayed. But, sore beside himself, the cavalier Had scarce his heart within him, which had strayed To her — whilere his own — in his despite; Nor word escaped the melancholy knight.

CXXXII Mine host, most diligent in his vocation Of all the trade who throughout France were known, (In that he had, 'mid strange and hostile nation, And every chance of warfare, kept his own) — Prompt to assist him in his occupation, Some of his kin had called; whereof was none Who dared before the warrior speak of aught, Seeing that paynim mute and lost in thought.

CXXXIII From thought to thought the Sarzan's fancy flies, Himself removed from thence a mighty space, Who sits so bent, and with such downcast eyes, He never once looks any in the face. Next, after silence long, and many sighs, As if deep slumber had but then given place, His spirits he recalls, his eyelids raises, And on the family and landlord gazes.

CXXXIV Then silence broke, and with a milder air, And visage somewhat less disturbed, applied To him, the host, and those by-standers there, To know if any to a wife were tied; And landlord and attendants, — that all were, To Sarza's moody cavalier replied: He asked what each conceited of his spouse, And if he deemed her faithful to her vows.

CXXXV Except mine host, those others were agreed That chaste and good their consorts they believed. — "Think each man as he will, but well I read," (The landlord said,) "You fondly are deceived: Your rash replies to one conclusion lead, That you are all of common sense bereaved; And so too must believe this noble knight, Unless he would persuade us black is white.

CXXXVI "Because, as single is that precious bird The phoenix, and on earth there is but one, So, in this ample world, it is averred, One only can a woman's treason shun. Each hopes alike to be that wight preferred, The victor who that single palm has won. — How is it possible that what can fall To one alone, should be the lot of all?

CXXXVII "Erewhile I made the same mistake as you, And that more dames than one were virtuous thought, Until a gentleman of Venice, who, For my good fortune, to this inn was brought, My ignorance by his examples true So ably schooled, he better wisdom taught. Valerio was the name that stranger bore; A name I shall remember evermore.

CXXXVIII "Of wives and mistresses the treachery Was known to him, with all their cunning lore. He, both from old and modern history, And from his own, was ready with such store, As plainly showed that none to modesty Could make pretension, whether rich or poor; And that, if one appeared of purer strain, 'Twas that she better hid her wanton vein.

CXXXIX "He of his many tales, among the rest, (Whereof a third is from my memory gone) So well one story in my head imprest, It could not be more firmly graved in stone: And what I thought and think, would be professed For that ill sex, I ween by every one Who heard; and, Sir — if pleased to lend an ear — To their confusion yon that tale shall hear."

CXL "What could'st thou offer which could better please At present" (made reply the paynim knight) "Than sample, chosen from thine histories, Which hits the opinion that I hold, aright? That I may hear thee speak with better ease Sit so, that I may have thee in my sight." But in the following canto I unfold What to King Rodomont the landlord told.

CANTO 28

ARGUMENT To whatsoever evil tongue can tell Of womankind King Rodomont gives ear; Then journeys homeward; but that infidel Finds by the way a place he holds more dear. Here him new love inflames for Isabel; But so the wishes of the cavalier A friar impedes, who with that damsel wends, Him by a cruel death the felon ends.

I Ladies, and all of you that ladies prize, Afford not, for the love of heaven, an ear To this, the landlord's tale, replete with lies, In shame and scorn of womankind; though ne'er Was praise or fame conveyed in that which flies From such a caitiff's tongue; and still we hear The sottish rabble all things rashly brand, And question most what least they understand.

II Omit this canto, and — the tale untold — My story will as clear and perfect be; I tell it, since by Turpin it is told, And not in malice or in rivalry: Besides, that never did my tongue withhold Your praises, how you are beloved by me To you I by a thousand proofs have shown, Vouching I am, and can but be, your own.

III Let him who will, three leaves or four pass-by, Nor read a line; or let him, who will read, As little of that landlord's history, As of a tale or fiction, make his creed. But to my story: — When his auditory He saw were waiting for him to proceed, And that a place was yielded him, o'eright The cavalier, he 'gan his tale recite:

IV "Astolpho that the Lombard sceptre swayed, Who was King Monacho, his brother's heir, By nature with such graces was purveyed, Few e'er with him in beauty could compare: Such scarce Apelles' pencil had pourtrayed, Zeuxis', or worthier yet, if worthier were: Beauteous he was, and so by all was deemed, But far more beauteous he himself esteemed.

V "He not so much rejoiced that he in height Of grandeur was exalted o'er the rest, And that, for riches, subjects, and for might, Of all the neighbouring kings he was the best, As that, superior to each other wight, He beauty was throughout the world confest. This pleased the monarch, who the praise conferred, As that wherein he most delighted, heard.

VI "Faustus Latinus, one of his array, Who pleased the king, a Roman cavalier, Hearing ofttimes Astolpho now display The beauties of his hand, now of his cheer, And, questioned by that monarch, on a day, If ever in his lifetime, far or near, He any of such beauty had espied, To him thus unexpectedly replied:

VII "Faustus to him replied: 'By what I see, And what I hear, is said by every one, Few are there that in beauty rival thee; And rather I those few confine to one: Jocundo is that one, my brother he; And well I ween that, saving him alone, Thou leavest all in beauty far behind; But I in him thy peer and better find.'

VIII "Impossible Astolpho deemed the thing, Who hitherto had thought the palm his own; And such a longing seized the Lombard king To know that youth whose praises so were blown, He prest, till Faustus promised him to bring The brother praised by him, before his throne, Though 'twould be much if thither he repaired, (The courier added) and the cause declared:

IX "Because the youth had ne'er been known to measure, In all his life, a single pace from Rome; But, on what Fortune gave him, lived at leisure, Contented in his own paternal dome; Nor had diminished nor encreased the treasure, Wherewith his father had endowed that home; And he more distant would Paris deem Than Tanais another would esteem;