X.

So that he never more will wearied be With quickening in his verse your high renown; And, if another censures you, than he Prompter to arm in your defence is none; Nor knight, in this wide world, more willingly Life in the cause of virtue would lay down: Matter as well for other’s pen he gives, As in his own another’s glory lives;

XI.

And well he merits, that a dame so blest, (Blest with all worth, which in this earthly round Is seen in them who don the female vest,) To him hath evermore been faithful found; Of a sure pillar of pure truth possest In her, despising Fortune’s every wound. Worthy of one another are the twain; Nor better ere were paired in wedlock’s chain.

XII.

New trophies he on Oglio’s bank has shown ; For he, mid bark and car, amid the gleam Of fire and sword, such goodly rhymes hath strown, As may with envy swell the neighbouring stream. By Hercules Bentivoglio next is blown The noble strain, your honour’s noble theme; Reynet Trivulzio and Guidecco mine, And Molza, called of Phœbus and the Nine.

XIII.

There ’s Hercules of the Carnuti , son Of my own duke, who spreads his every plume Soaring and singing, like harmonious swan, And even to heaven uplifts your name; with whom There is my lord of Guasto, not alone A theme for many an Athens, many a Rome; In his high strain he promises as well, Your praise to all posterity to tell.

XIV.

And beside these and others of our day, Who gave you once, or give you now renown, This for yourselves ye may yourselves purvey: For many, laying silk and sampler down. With the melodious Muses, to allay Their thirst at Aganippe’s well, have gone, And still are going; who so fairly speed, That we more theirs than they our labour need.

XV.

If I of these would separately tell, And render good account and honour due, More than one page I with their praise should swell, Nor ought beside would this day’s canto shew; And if on five or six alone I dwell, I may offend and anger all the crew. What then shall I resolve? to pass all by? Or choose but one from such a company?

XVI.

One will I choose, and such will choose, that she All envy shall so well have overthrown, No other woman can offended be, If, passing others, her I praise alone: Nor joys this one but immortality, Through her sweet style (and better know I none); But who is honoured in her speech and page, Shall burst the tomb, and live through every age.

XVII.

As Phœbus to his silvery sister shows His visage more, and lends her brighter fires, Than Venus, Maja, or to star that glows Alone, or circles with the heavenly quires; So he with sweeter eloquence than flows From other lips, that gentle dame inspires; And gives her words such force, a second sun Seems in our days its glorious course to run.

XVIII.

Mid victories born, Victoria is her name , Well named; and whom (does she advance or stay) Triumphs and trophies evermore proclaim, While Victory heads or follows her array. Another Artemisia is the dame, Renowned for love of her Mausolus, yea By so much greater, as it is more brave To raise the dead, than lay them in the grave.

XIX.

If chaste Laodamia, Portia true, Evadne, Argia, Arria , and many more Merited praise, because that glorious crew Coveted burial with their lords of yore, How much more fame is to Victoria due? That from dull Lethe, and the river’s shore, Which nine times hems the ghosts, to upper light Has dragged her lord, in death and fate’s despite.

XX.

If that loud-voiced Mæonian trump whilere The Macedonian grudged Achilles, how, Francis Pescara, O unconquered peer, Would he begrudge thee, were he living now, That wife, so virtuous and to thee so dear, Thy well-earned glory through the world should blow; And that thy name through her should so rebound, Thou needst not crave a clearer trumpet’s sound!

XXI.

If all that is to tell, and all I fain Would of that lady tell, I wished to unfold, Though long, yet not so long, would be the strain, But that large portion would be left untold, While at a stand the story would remain Of fierce Marphisa and her comrades bold; To follow whom I promised erst, if you Would but return to hear my song anew.

XXII.

Now, being here to listen to my say, Because I would not break my promise, I Until my better leisure, will delay Her every praise at length to certify. Not that I think she needs my humble lay, Who with such treasure can herself supply: But simply to appay my single end, That gentle dame to honour and commend.

XXIII.

Ladies, in fine I say, that every age Worthy of story, many a dame supplies; But that, through jealous authors’ envious rage, Unchronicled by fame, each matron dies; But will no more; since in the historic page Your virtues ye, yourselves, immortalize. Had those two damsels in this art been read, Their every warlike deed had wider spread.

XXIV.

Bradamant and Marphisa would, I say, Whose bold, victorious deeds, in battle done, I strive to bring into the light of day; But nine in ten remain to me unknown. I what I know right willingly display; As well, that all fair actions should be shown, As well that, gentle ladies, I am bent Ye whom I love and honour, to content.

XXV.

As said, in act to go Rogero stood; And, having taken leave, the cavalier Withdraws his trenchant faulchion from the wood, Which holds no more the weapon, as whilere. When, sounding loud amid that solitude, A cry, not distant far, arrests the peer. Then thitherward he with those damsels made, Prompt, if ’twere needed, to bestow his aid.

XXVI.

They rode an-end; and louder waxed the sound, And plainer were the plaintive words they heard: When in a valley they three women found Making that plaint, who in strange garb appeared: For to the navel were those three ungowned, —Their coats by some uncourteous varlet sheared— And knowing not how better to disguise Their shame, they sate on earth, and dared not rise.

XXVII.

As Vulcan’s son , that sprang (as it is versed) Out of the dust, without a mother made, Whom—so Minerva bade—Aglauros nursed With sovereign care, too bold and curious maid, Seated in car, by him constructed first To hide his hideous feet, was erst conveyed; So that which never is to sight revealed, Sitting, those mournful damsels kept concealed.

XXVIII.

At that dishonest sight and shameful, glows Each martial damsel’s visage, overspread With the rich dyes of Pæstum’s crimson rose, When vernal airs their gentle influence shed. Bradamant marked them; and that one of those Was Ulany, the damsel quickly read; Ulany, that was sent with solemn train From the lost isle to royal Charlemagne;

XXIX.

And recognised the other two no less; For them she saw, when she saw Ulany; But now to her directed her address, As the most honoured of those ladies three, Demanding, who so full of wickedness, So lawless was and so unmannerly, That he those secrets to the sight revealed, Which Nature, as she could, ’twould seem, concealed.

XXX.

Ulany, that in Bradamant descried, —Known both by voice and ensignry—the maid, Who some few days before those knights of pride With her victorious lance on earth had laid, ‘How, in a town not far remote’—replied— ‘An evil race, by pity never swayed, ‘Besides that they their raiment thus had shorn, ‘Had beat them, and had done them other scorn.

XXXI.

‘What of the shield became,’ she cannot say, ‘Nor knows she those three monarchs’ destiny, ‘Who guided her so long upon her way; ‘If killed, or led into captivity;’ And says, ‘that she herself has ta’en her way, ‘Albeit to fare a-foot sore irksome be, ‘To appeal to royal Charlemagne, assured ‘By him such outrage will not be endured.’

XXXII.

To hear, yet more to see, so foul a wrong, Disturbed the Child and damsels’ placid air And beauteous visage, whose bold hearts and strong No less compassionate than valiant were. They now, all else forgetting, ere the tongue Of Ulany prefers demand, or prayer, That they would venge them on their cruel foe, In haste towards the felon’s castle go.

XXXIII.

With one consent, the maids and cavalier, By their great goodness moved, from plate and mail Had stript their upper vests, well fitting gear Those miserable ladies’ shame to veil. Bradamant suffers not, that, as whilere, Sad Ulany shall tramp by hill and dale; But seats her on her horse’s croup; so do Her comrades by those other damsels two.

XXXIV.

To gentle Bradamant Ulania showed The nearest way to reach the castled height; While comfort Bradamant on her bestowed, Promising vengeance for that foul despite. They leave the vale, and by a crooked road And long ascend, now wheeling left, now right: Nor till the sun is hidden in the sea, Upon their weary way repose the three.

XXXV.

They to a hamlet on the summit wound, Scaling the mountain’s steep and rugged side; And such good shelter and good supper found, As could by such rude quarters be supplied. Arriving there, they turned their eyes around, And full of women every place espied, Some old, some young; nor, mid so large a clan, Appeared the visage of a single man.

XXXVI.

Not more bold Jason wondered , and the train Which sailed with him, that Argonautic crew, Seeing those dames that had their husbands slain, Fathers and sons and brethren,—so that through All Lemnos’ pleasant isle, by hill or plain, Of manly visage they beheld not two— Than here Rogero, and the rest who go With good Rogero, wonder at this show.

XXXVII.

The martial damsels bid for Ulany, And those who came with her, provide attire; And gowns that eve are furnished for the three, If meaner than their own, at least entire. To him a woman of that villagery Valiant Rogero summons, to inquire Where are the men; in that he none descries; And thus to him that village wife replies:

XXXVIII.

“What haply is to you a wonderment, “This crowd of womankind, where man is none, “To us is grave and grievous punishment, “Who, banished here, live wofully alone; “And, that such exile us may more torment, “From those so loved, as brother, father, son, “A long divorce and cruel we sustain, “As our fell tyrant pleases to ordain.

XXXIX.

“Sent to these confines from his land, which lies “But two leagues distant thence, where we were born, “Us in this place the fell barbarian sties, “Having first done us many a brutal scorn; “And has with death and all extremities “Threatened our kinsmen and ourselves forlorn, “If they come hither, or he hears report “We harbour them, when hither they resort.

XL.

“He to our name is such a deadly foe, “He will not have us nearer than I shewed, “Nor have us of our kin approached, as though “Infection from the female sex ensued. “Already have the greenwood trees laid low “Their leafy honours twice, and twice renewed, “Since our lord’s fury to such pitch arose, “Nor is there one his phrensy to oppose.

XLI.

“For he has spread such passing fear among “The people, death can cause no worse affright; “In that, beside his natural love of wrong, “He is endowed with more than human might. “He than a hundred other men more strong, “In body is of a gigantic height: “Nor us his vassals he molests alone; “But worse by him to stranger dame is done.

XLII.

“If your own honour, sir, and of those three, “Beneath your charge, to you in aught is dear, “ ’Twill safer, usefuller, and better be “To leave this road, and by another steer. “This leads you to his tower, described by me, “To prove the savage use that cruel peer “Has there established, to the shame and woe “Of dame or cavalier, who thither go.

XLIII.

“This castellain or tyrant, Marganor “(So name the felon knight) than whom more fell “Nero was not, nor other heretofore, “If other be, whose actions Fame doth swell, “Thirsts for man’s blood, but thirsts for woman’s more “Than wolf for blood of lambs; and bids expel “With shame all females, that, in evil hour, “Their fortune has conducted to his tower.”

XLIV.

‘How in that impious man such fury grew,’ Asked young Rogero and those damsels twain, And prayed, ‘she would in courtesy pursue, ‘Yea, rather from the first her tale explain.’ “That castle’s lord (the woman said anew), “Was always cruel, fierce, and inhumane, “Yet for a while his wicked heart concealed, “Nor what he was so suddenly revealed.

XLV.

“For in the lifetime of his sons, a pair “That differed much from the paternal style, “(Since they the stranger loved; and leathers were “Of cruelty and other actions vile) “Flourished the courtesies and good customs there, “And there were gentle deeds performed this while: “For, albeit avaricious was the sire, “He never crossed the youths in their desire.

XLVI.

“The cavaliers and dames who journeyed by “That castle, there so well were entertained, “That they departed, by the courtesy “Of those two kindly brothers wholly gained. “In the holy orders of fair chivalry “Alike the youthful pair had been ordained. “Cylander one, Tanacro hight the other; “Bold, and of royal mien each martial brother;

XLVII.

“And truly were, and would have been alway “Worthy of every praise and fame, withal, “Had they not yielded up themselves a prey “To that uncurbed desire, which Love we call; “By which they were seduced from the right way “Into foul Error’s crooked maze; and all “The good that by those brethren had been wrought, “Waxed, in a moment, rank, corrupt and naught.

XLVIII.

“It chanced, that in their father’s fortilage, “A knight of the Greek emperor’s court did lie; “With him his lady was; of manners sage; “Nor fairer could be craved by wishful eye: “For her Cylander felt such amorous rage, “He deemed, save he enjoyed her, he should die; “He deemed that, when the lady should depart, “His soul as well would from his body part:

XLIX.

“And, for he knew ’twas useless to entreat, “Devised to make her his by force of hand; “Armed, and in silence, near his father’s seat, “Where must pass knight and lady, took his stand. “Through natural daring and through amorous heat, “He with too little thought the matter planned; “So that, when he beheld the knight advance, “He issued, to assail him, lance to lance.

L.

“To overthrow him, at first shock he thought, “And to win dame and palm in the career; “But that Greek knight, in warlike strife well-taught, “Shivered, like glass, his breastplate with the spear. “The bitter tidings to the sire were brought, “Who bade bear home the stripling on a bier: “He, finding he was dead, loud mourning made, “And him in earth, beside his fathers, layed.

LI.

“Yet harbourage and welcome as before “Had he who sought it; neither more nor less: “Because Tanacro in his courteous lore “Equalled his brother as in gentleness. “Thither that very year, from foreign shore, “A baron and his wife their steps address: “A marvel he of valour, and as fair “As could be said, is she, and debonnair.

LII.

“Nor fairer was the dame than chaste and right, “And well deserving every praise; the peer “Derived of generous stock, and bold in fight, “As ever champion, of whose fame we hear; “And ’tis well fitting, that such valiant wight “Should joy a thing so excellent and dear. “Olindro he, the lord of Lungavilla, “And she, his lady wife, yclept Drusilla.

LIII.

“No less for her the young Tanacro glows, “Than for that other burned Cylander sore; “Who brought erewhile to sad and bitter close “The wicked love he to that lady bore. “The holy, hospitable laws he chose “To violate no less than he, before “He would endure, that him, with venomed sting, “His new desire to cruel death should bring.

LIV.

“But he, because he has before his eyes “The example of his elder brother slain, “Thinks to bear off the lady in such wise, “That bold Olindro cannot venge the stain. “Straight spent in him, not simply weakened, lies “The virtue, wont Tanacro to sustain “Above that Hood of vice, in whose profound “And miry waters Marganor lay drowned.

LV.

“That night, he in deep silence bade array “A score of armed men; and next conveyed “Into some caverns, bordering on the way, “And distant from the tower, his ambuscade. “The roads were broken, and the following day “Olindro from all sides was overlaid; “And, though he made a brave defence and long, “Of wife and life was plundered by that throng.

LVI.

“Olindro slain , they led his lady fair “A captive thence, o’erwhelmed with sorrow so, “That she refused to live, and made her prayer, “Tanacro, as a grace, would death bestow: “Resolved to die, she leapt, in her despair, “From a high bank into a vale below; “But death was to the wretched dame refused; “Who lay with shattered head and sorely bruised.

LVII.

“She could not to the castle be conveyed “In other guise than borne upon a bier: “Her (so Tanacro bids) prompt leeches aid; “Because he will not lose a prey so dear; “And while to cure Drusilla they essayed, “Busied about their spousals was the peer: “In that so chaste a lady and so fair, “A wife’s and not a leman’s name should wear.

LVIII.

“He had no other thought, no other aim, “No other care, nor spake beside of ought; “Saw he had wronged her, and took all the blame, “And, as he could, to amend his error wrought: “But all was vain; the more he loved the dame, “The more he to appease her anger sought, “So much more was her hate; so much more will, “So much more thirst had she that youth to kill.

LIX.

“Yet hatred blinded not her judgment so, “But what the dame could clearly comprehend, “That she, if she would strike the purposed blow, “Must feign, and secret snares for him extend. “And her desire beneath another show “(Which is but how Tanacro to offend) “Must mask; and make him think, that overblown “Is her first love, and turned to him alone.

LX.

“Her face speaks peace; while vengeance inwardly “Her heart demands, and but to this attends: “She many things revolves, accepts, puts by; “Or, as of doubtful issue, some suspends. “Deeming she can, if she resolves to die, “Compass her scheme, with this resolve she ends; “And better how can she expend her breath “Than in avenging dear Olindro’s death?

LXI.

“She showed herself all joyful, on her part, “And feigned that she desired those nuptials sore; “Nor only showed an unreluctant heart; “But all delay and hindrance overbore. “Painted and tired above the rest with art, “ ’Twould seem, she of her husband thinks no more: “But ’tis her will, that in her country’s wise “Tanacro shall their wedding solemnize.

LXII.

“The custom howsoever was not true, “Which as her country’s use she certified; “But, because never thought within her grew “Which she could spend on any thing beside, “A falsehood she devised, whence hope she drew “Of killing him by whom her husband died; “And told Tanacro—and the manner said— “How in her country’s fashion she would wed.

LXIII.

‘The widow that a husband’s bed ascends, ‘Ere she approach the bridegroom (said that fair), ‘The spirit of the dead, whom she offends, ‘Must soothe with solemn office, mass and prayer; ‘In the holy temple making her amends, ‘Where her first husband’s bones entombed are. ‘—That sacrifice performed—to bind their vows ‘The nuptial ring the bridegroom gives the spouse.

LXIV.

‘But the holy priest, while this shall be about, ‘Upon wine, thither for that purpose sped, ‘His orisons, appropriate and devout, ‘Blessing withal the liquor, shall have said; ‘Then from the flask into a cup pour out, ‘And give the blessed wine to them that wed. ‘But ’tis the spouse’s part to take the cup; ‘And first that vessel’s cordial beverage sup.’

LXV.

“The unsuspecting youth, who takes no heed “What nuptials, ordered in her wise, import, “At her own pleasure bids the dame proceed, “So that she cut his term of waiting short; “Nor does the miserable stripling read “She would avenge Olindro in that sort; “And on one object is so sore intent, “He sees but that, on that alone is bent.

LXVI.

“An ancient woman, seized with her whilere, “And left, withal, obeyed Drusilla, who “That beldam called and whispered in her ear, “So as that none beside could hear the two ‘A poison of quick power for me prepare, ‘Such as, I know, thou knowest how to brew; ‘And bottle it; for I have found a way ‘The traitorous son of Marganor to slay;

LXVII.

‘And me and thee no less can save,’ (she said,) ‘And this at better leisure will explain.’ “The woman went her ways, the potion made, “And to the palace bent her steps again: “A flask of Candian sweet wine she purveyed, “Wherewith Drusilla sheathed that deadly bane; “And kept the beverage for the nuptial day; “For now had ceased all hindrance and delay.

LXVIII.

“On the fixt day she seeks the temple, dight “With precious jewels and with goodly gear; “Where her lord’s tomb, befitting such a knight, “Built by her order, two fair pillars rear. “The holy office there, with solemn rite, “Is sung, which men and women troop to hear; “And—gay, beyond his usage—with his heir, “Begirt by friends, Sir Marganor is there.

LXIX.

“When the holy obsequies at last were o’er , “And by the priest was blest the poisoned draught, “He into a fair golden cup did pour “The wine, as by Drusilla had been taught. “She drank what sorted with her sex; nor more “Than would effect the purpose which she sought: “Then to the bridegroom, with a jocund eye, “Handed the draught, who drained the goblet dry.

LXX.

“The cup returned—Tanacro, blithe and gay, “Opened his arms Drusilla to embrace. “Then altered was her sweet and winning way, “And to a tempest that long calm gave place. “She thrust him back, she motioned him away; “She seemed to kindle in her eyes and face; “And to the youth, with broken voice and dread, —‘Traitor, stand off,’—the furious lady said;—

LXXI.

‘Shalt thou then joy and solace have from me, ‘I tears from thee, and punishment and woe? ‘Now these mine hands shall make an end of thee. ‘This, if thou know’st it not, for poison know. ‘Much grieve I that thou should’st too honoured be ‘By the executioner who deals the blow; ‘Should’st die a death too easy: since I wot, ‘For thee too shameful hand or pain is not.

LXXII.

‘In seeing this thy death, it gives me pain, ‘My sacrifice should be completed ill; ‘For could I do by thee as I were fain, ‘Nothing should lack that purpose to fulfill. ‘May my sweet consort not the work disdain, ‘And for the imperfect deed accept the will! ‘That, without power to compass what I would, ‘I have been fain to slay thee as I could!

LXXIII.

‘And that deserved punishment, which I ‘Cannot, as I desire, on thee bestow, ‘I hope thy soul shall have; hope to be nigh, ‘To see thee suffer, in the realms of woe.’ “Her turbid eyes then raising to the sky, “With joyous face all over in a glow, “(She cried) ‘Olindro, take this victim’s life, ‘With the good will of thine avenging wife;

LXXIV.

‘And of our lord for me the grace obtain, ‘To be this day in paradise with thee. ‘If he reply, none cometh to your reign, ‘Without desert; say such I bring with me, ‘Who this fell impious monster, in his fane, ‘Offer, as my first-fruits; and what can be ‘A greater merit than to have supprest ‘Such loathsome and abominable pest?’

LXXV.

“Her life, together with her speech, was spent; “And, even dead, her face appeared to glow “With joy, at having dealt such punishment “To him, that laid her cherished husband low. “If fierce Tanacro’s spirit did prevent, “Or follow hers, I wiss not; but, I trow, “Prevented, for on him that venom rank “Yet faster wrought, because he deeper drank.

LXXVI.

“Marganor, who beheld his only son “Fall and expire, his outstretched arms between, “Well nigh had with Tanacro died, o’erthrown “By that so sudden grief and unforeseen. “Two sons he had, and now was left alone: “Brought to that pass he by two wives had been; “ This was the cause one spent his vital breath “With her own hand, that dealt the other death.

LXXVII.

“Love, pity, sorrow, anger, and desire “Of death and vengeance, all together rend “And rack the childless and unhappy sire, “Who groans like sea, when wind and waves contend: “Towards the dame, with vengeful thoughts afire, “He goes, but sees that life is at an end; “And, goaded by his rage and hatred hot, “Seeks to offend her corse that feels it not.

LXXVIII.

“As serpent, by the pointed spear pinned down, “Fixes his teeth in it, with fruitless spite; “Or as the mastiff runs towards a stone, “Which has been flung by some wayfaring wight, “And gnaws it in his rage, nor will be gone “Until he venge himself; ’tis so the knight, “Than any mastiff, any serpent, worse “Offends Drusilla’s cold and lifeless corse.

LXXIX.

“And, for he venteth not, nor slakes his mood, “By foul abuse upon the carcase done, “Among the women, a large multitude, “He springs, and there shows mercy unto none. “Mown are we with his impious sword, as strewed “Is grass with scythe, when dried by summer sun. “There is no ’scape; for straightways of our train “Are full a hundred maimed, and thirty slain.

LXXX.

“He of his vassals is so held in dread, “There is no man who dares to lift his eyes: “The women with the meaner sort are fled, “And whosoever can, the temple flies. “His friends against the furious fit make head, “At last, with kind constraint and suppliant cries; “And, leaving every thing in tears below, “Him in his castle on the rock bestow.

LXXXI.

“His wrath enduring still, to send away “The wretch determines all the female band: “In that, his will us utterly to slay “His people and his friends, with prayer, withstand; “And he bids publish, on that very day, “An order for us all to leave his land; “Placed such his pleasure on these confines: woe “To them that nearer to his castle go!

LXXXII.

“Thus husbands from their wives divided are, “Mothers from sons: if hither to resort, “Despite that order, any one should dare, “Let none know this, who might the deed report! “For sorely mulcted for the transgression were “Many, and many slain in cruel sort. “A statute for his town next made the peer: “Of fouler law we neither read nor hear.

LXXXIII.

“It wills, all women found within the vale, “(For thither even yet will some descend,) “His men with rods shall on the shoulders whale, “And into exile from those countries send; “But first their gowns shall clip, and parts unveil “That decency and natural shame offend; “And if with escort of an armed knight “Any wend thither, they are slain outright.

LXXXIV.

“Those that an armed warrior’s escort have, “By this ill man, to piety a foe, “Are dragged as victims to his children’s grave, “Where his own hand inflicts the murderous blow. “Stript ignominiously of armour, glaive, “And steed, their champions to his prisons go; “And this can he compel; for, night and day, “A thousand men the tyrant’s hest obey;

LXXXV.

“And I will add, moreover, ’tis his will, “Does he free any one, he first shall swear “Upon the holy wafer, that he still “To woman, while he lives, will hatred bear. “If then these ladies and yourself to spill “Seem good to you, to yonder walls repair; “And put to. proof withal, if prowess more “Or cruelty prevails in Marganor.”

LXXXVI.

So saying, in those maids of martial might First she such pity moved and then disdain, That they (had it been day instead of night) Would then have gone against that castellain. There rest the troop; and when Aurora’s light Serves as a signal to the starry train, That they should all before the sun recede, They don the cuirass and remount the steed:

LXXXVII.

And now, in act to go, that company Behind them hear the stony road resound With a long trample, when those warlike three Look down the vale and roll their eyes around; And they from thence, a stone’s-throw distant, see A troop, which through a narrow pathway wound: A score they are perhaps in number, who On horseback, or on foot, their way pursue.

LXXXVIII.

They with them on a horse a woman haul, (Whom stricken sore in years her visage shows,) In guise wherein some doleful criminal Condemned to gallows, fire, or prison goes; Who, notwithstanding that wide interval, Is by her features known, as well as clothes: They of the village, mid the cavalcade, Know her for fair Drusilla’s chamber maid.

LXXXIX.

The chamber wench, made prisoner with his prize, By the rapacious stripling, as I shewed, Who being trusted with that ill emprize, The poisoned draught of foul effect had brewed. From the others she and those solemnities Had kept away, suspecting what ensued: Yea, this while, from that lordship had she fled, Where she in safety hoped to hide her head.

XC.

News being after to her foeman brought, That she retired in Ostericche lay, He, with intent to burn the woman, sought To have her in his power by every way; And finally unhappy Avarice, bought By costly presents, and by proffered pay, Wrought on a lord, assured upon whose lands The beldam lived, to put her in his hands,

XCI.

He on a sumpter horse the prisoner sent To Constance-town, like merchandise addrest; Fastened and bound in manner to prevent The use of speech, and prisoned in a chest. From whence that rabble, his ill instrument, Who has all pity banished from his breast, Had hither brought her, that his impious rage That cmel man might on the hag assuage.

XCII.

As the flood, swoln with Vesulo’s thick snows, The farther that it foams upon its way, And, with Ticino and Lambra, seaward goes, Ada, and other streams that tribute pay, So much more haughty and impetuous flows; Rogero so, the more he hears display Marganor’s guilt, and so that gentle pair Of damsels filled with fiercer choler are.

XCIII.

Them with such hatred, them with such disdain Against the wretch so many crimes incense, That they will punish him, despite the train Of armed men arraid in his defence: But speedy death appears too kind a pain, And insufficient for such foul offence. Better they deem, mid pangs prolonged and slow, He all the bitterness of death should know.

XCIV.

But first ’tis right that woman to unchain, She whom the hangman-crew to death escort; And the quick rowel and the loosened rein Made the quick coursers make that labour short. Never had those assaulted to sustain Encounter of so fell and fierce a sort; Who held it for a grace, with loss of shield, Harness and captive dame, to quit the field;

SCV.

Even as the wolf, who, laden with his prey, Is homeward to his secret cavern bound, And, when he deems that safest is the way, Beholds it crost by hunter and by hound, Flings down his load, and swiftly darts away, Where most o’ergrown with brushwood is the ground. Nor quicker are that band to void the vale, Than those bold three are quicker to assail.

XCVI.

Not only they the dame and martial gear, But many horses they as well forsook; And, as the surest refuge in their fear, Cast themselves down from bank and caverned nook: Which pleased the damsels and the youthful peer; Who three of those forsaken horses took, To mount those three, whom, through the day before, Upon their croups the three good coursers bore.

XCVII.

Thence, lightened thus, their way they thither bend, Where that despiteous, shameful, lordship lies; Resolved the beldam in their band shall wend, To see Drusilla venged; in vain denies That woman, who misdoubts the adventure’s end, And grieves, and shrieks, and weeps in piteous wise: For flinging her upon Frontino’s croup, Rogero bears her off amid the troop.

XCVIII.

They reached a summit, and from thence espied A town with many houses, large and rich; With nought to stop the way on any side, As neither compassed round by wall or ditch. A rock was in the middle, fortified With a tall tower, upon its topmost pitch. Fearlessly thither pricked the warriors, who Marganor’s mansion in that fortress knew.

XCIX.

As soon as in the town that cavalcade Arrived, some footmen, who kept watch and ward, Behind those warriors closed a barricade; While that , before, they found already barred. And lo! Sir Marganor, with men arraid, Some foot, some horsemen! armed was all the guard; Who to the strangers, in few words, but bold, The wicked custom of his lordship told.

C.

Marphisa, who had planned the thing whilere With Aymon’s daughter and the youthful knight, For answer, spurred against the cavalier; And, valiant as she was and full of might, Not putting in the rest her puissant spear, Or baring that good sword, so famed in fight, So smote him him with her fist upon the head, That on his horse’s neck he fell half dead.

CI.

The maid of France is with Marphisa gone, Nor in the rear is seen Rogero’s crest; Who with those two his course so bravely run, That, though his lance he raised not from the rest, Six men he slew; transfixed the paunch of one, Another’s head, of four the neck or breast; I’ the sixth he broke it, whom in flight he speared: It pierced his spine and at his paps appeared.

CII.

As many as are touched, so many lie On earth, by Bradamant’s gold lance o’erthrown; She seems a bolt, dismist from burning sky, Which, in its fury, shivers and beats down Whatever it encounters, far and nigh. Some fly to plain, or castle from the town, Others to sheltering church and house repair; And none, save dead, are seen in street or square.

CIII.

Meanwhile the hands of Marganor, behind His back, the fierce Marphisa had made fast, And to Drusilla’s maid the wretch consigned, Well pleased that such a care on her was cast. To burn the town ’twas afterwards designed, Save it repented of its errors past, Repealed the statute Marganor had made, And a new law, imposed by her, obeyed.

CIV.

Such end to compass is no hard assay; For, besides fearing lest Marphisa yearn To execute more vengeance, lest she say, —‘She one and all will slaughter and will burn,’— The townsmen all were adverse to the sway And cruel statute of that tyrant stern; But did, as others mostly do, that best Obey the master whom they most detest.

CV.

Since none dares trust another, nor his will, —Out of suspicion—to his comrade break, They let him banish one, another kill, From this his substance, that his honour take. But the heart cries to Heaven, that here is still, Till God and saints at length to vengeance wake: Who, albeit they due punishment suspend, By mighty pain the long delay amend.

CVI.

The rabble, full of rage and enmity, Now seeks the wretch with word and deed to grieve; As, it is said, all strip the fallen tree, Which from its roots the wintry winds upheave: Let rulers in his sad example see, Ill doers in the end shall ill receive. To view fell Marganor’s disastrous fall, Fit penance for his sins, pleased great and small.

CVII.

Many, of whom the sister had been slain, The mother, or the daughter, or the wife, Seeking no more their rebel wrath to rein, Hurry, with their own hands to take his life; And young Rogero and the damsels twain Can scarce defend the felon in that strife; Whom those illustrious three had doomed to die, Mid trouble, fear, and lengthened agony.

CVIII.

To the hag, who bore such hatred to that wight, As woman to an enemy can bear, They give their prisoner naked, bound so tight, He will not at one shake the cordage tear; And she, her pains and sorrow to requite, Crimsons the wretch’s body, here and there, With a sharp goad, which, mid that village band, A peasant churl had put into her hand.

CIX.

Nor she the courier-maid, nor they that ride With her, aye mindful how they had been shent, Now let their hands hang idle by their side; No less than that old crone on vengeance bent: Such was their fierce desire, it nullified The power to harm; but rage must have its vent. Him one with stones, another with her nails, This with her teeth, with needles that , assails.

CX.

As torrent one while foams in haughty tide, When fed with mighty rain or melted snow; And, rending from the mountain’s rugged side Tree, rock, and crop and field, the waters go: Then comes a season when its crested pride Is vanished, and its vigour wasted so, A child, a woman, everywhere may tread, And often dry-shod cross, its rugged bed.

CXI.

So Marganor whilere each bound and bourn Made tremble, whereso’er his name was heard: Now one is come to bruise the tyrant’s horn; And now his prowess is so little feared, That even the little children work him scorn: Some pluck his hair and others pluck his beard. Thence young Rogero and the damsels twain Towards his rock-built castle turn the rein.

CXII.

This without contest its possessors yield, And the rich goods preserved in that repair. These the friends partly spoiled, and partly dealed To Ulany and that attendant pair. With them, recovered was the golden shield, And those three monarchs that were prisoned there; Who, without arms, afoot, towards that hold Had wended, as meseems whilere was told.

CXIII.

For from the day that they were overthrown By Bradamant, afoot, they evermore, Unarmed, in company with her had gone, That hither came from her so distant shore. I know not, I, if it was better done Or worse, by her, that they their arms forbore: Worse, touching her defence; but better far, If they were losers in the doubtful war.

CXIV.

For she would have been dragged,—like others, whom Armed men had thither brought beneath their guide, (Unhappy women) to the brothers’ tomb,— And by the sacrificial knife have died. Death, sure, is worse, and more disastrous doom Than showing that which modesty would hide; And they who can to force ascribe the blame, Extinguish this and every other shame.

CXV.

Before they hence depart, the martial twain Assemble the inhabitants, to swear, ‘They to their wives the rule of that domain ‘Will leave, as well as every other care; ‘And that they will chastise, with heavy pain, ‘Whoever to oppose this law shall dare. ‘—In fine, man’s privileges, whatsoe’er, ‘They swear, shall be conferred on woman here:’

CXVI.

Then make them promise, ‘never to bestow ‘Harbourage on whosoever thither sped, ‘Footman or cavalier, nor even allow ‘Any beneath a roof to hide his head, ‘Unless he swore by God and saints, or vow ‘Yet stronger made—if stronger could be said— ‘That he the sex’s cause would aye defend, ‘Foe to their foes, and woman’s faithful friend;

CXVII.

‘And, if he then were wived, or ever were ‘—Sooner or later—linked in nuptial noose, ‘Still to his wife he would allegiance bear, ‘Nor e’er compliance with her will refuse.’ Marphisa says, ‘within the year, she there ‘Will be, and ere the trees their foliage lose; ‘And, save she find her statute in effect, ‘That borough fire and ruin may expect.’

CXVIII.

Nor hence they part till from the filthy place, Wherein it lay, Drusilla’s corse is borne; Her with her lord they in a tomb encase, And, with what means the town supplies, adorn. Drusilla’s ancient woman, in this space, Marganor’s body with her goad has torn. Who only grieves she has not wind enow, No respite to his torture to allow.

CXIX.

Beside a church, the martial damsels twain Behold a pillar, standing in the square; Whereon the wicked lord of the domain Had graved that mad and cruel law; the pair, In imitation, his helm, plate, and chain, And shield, in guise of trophy fasten there; And afterwards upon the pillar trace That law they had enacted for the place.

CXX.

Within the town the troop set up their rest, Until the law is graved, of different frame From that before upon the stone imprest, Which every woman doom’d to death and shame. With the intention to replace her vest, Here from that band divides the Islandick dame; Who deems, at court ’twere shameful to appear, Unless adorned and mantled as whilere.

CXXI.

Here Ulany remained, and in her power Remained the wicked tyrant Marganor: She, lest he any how, in evil hour, Should break his bonds and injure damsel more, Made him, one day, leap headlong from a tower, Who never took so stiff a leap before. No more of her and hers! I of the crew That journey toward Arles, the tale pursue.

CXXII.

Throughout all that and the succeeding day, Till the forenoon, proceed those banded friends ; And, where the main-road branches, and one way Towards the camp, to Arles the other tends, Again embrace the lovers, and oft say A last farewell, which evermore offends. The damsels seek the camp; to Arles is gone Rogero; and my canto I have done.

NOTES TO CANTO XXXVII.

Erewhile Marullo, &c .

Stanza viii. line 1.

“ Marullus Tarchoniata , a Greek, no less skilled in arms than letters: he served in Italy, and married Florentina, daughter of Bartolomeo Scala, a lady of erudition. He lost his life by a fall into a deep pit, and died the same day that Ludovico Sforza fell into the power of the French. Pontano was born at a castle belonging to the duke of Spoleto; his father being killed in an insurrection of the people, he fled, when a youth, to Naples in great poverty, and was received by Antonio Panchernita, secretary to Alphonso of Arragon; he succeeded Pauchernita in his office, and married a rich Neapolitan lady: he wrote well in prose and verse, and died at seventy-seven years of age at Naples.”— Hoole .

“ Tito Vespasiano Strozzi and Hercules his son . Tito wrote many things, but was excelled by his son Hercules, who was also a great improver of the theatre: he was much addicted to women, which passion at last ended in his death. They both lived at Mantua. Hercules wrote in praise of Isabella, wife to the duke of Mantua.

“ Capello , a Venetian gentleman and an excellent Tuscan poet. Bembo , afterwards cardinal; he wrote in prose and verse, and excelled in amorous subjects; which was objected to him when Paul III. raised him to the cardinalship.

“ That writer , in verse 3, is Count Baldassar Castiglione , who excelled in all the qualities of an accomplished courtier: he wrote a treatise entitled II Cortigiano (The Courtier).

“ Alamanni . Luigi Alamanni, an excellent poet: he lived some time in banishment in France, like another Ovid, where he wrote many things, particularly his Girone il Cortese (Girone the Courteous), a poetical romance.

“ Those two , in verse 5, are two of the name of Luigi: Gonzaga, cousin to the duke of Mantua; and Gonzaga, called of Gazalo, for his intrepidity surnamed Rodomont, who afterwards married Isabella.”—H.

the mighty city rule, Which Mincius parts, and moats with marshy pool .

Stanza viii. lines 7 and 8.

The mighty city is Mantua.

To him his constant Isabel hath shown .

Stanza ix. line 7.

“This Isabella was daughter of Vespasian Gonzaga, and being promised to signor Luigi of the same family, Pope Clement, exasperated with Luigi for being in arms with the Imperialists at the sack of Rome, endeavoured by every means to make her marry another; but she, neither by threats nor promises, would be ever induced to break the faith that she had plighted.”—H.

Of a sure pillar of pure truth possest In her .

Stanza xi. lines 5 and 6.

“Alluding to her name, Colonna.”—H.

New trophies he on Oglio’s bank has shown .

Stanza xii. line 1.

“The castle of this lord of Gazalo was situated not far from the river Oglio. By the neighbouring stream he means the Mincius.

“ Hercules Bentivoglio . Son of Annibale: he wrote eclogues and comedies, and likewise excelled in music: he lived at Ferrara.

“ Reynet Trivultio—Giudecco . Renato Trivultio of Milan: he composed in octave stanzas on amorous subjects. Francesco, a Florentine, a good writer in Tuscan verse.

“ Molza . Excelled both in Latin and Tuscan verse.”—H.

There’s Hercules of the Carnuti, & c .

Stanza xiii. line 1.

“Hercules II. then only duke of Carnuti, afterwards duke of Ferrara.”—H.

Mention has already been made of the lord of Guasto: but it should be added, that he too was a poet.

Mid victories born, Victoria is her name .

Stanza xviii. line 1.

“Victoria Colonna, a marchioness of Pescara, daughter of Fabrizio Colonna, a commander of great courage and conduct: she was wife to Francesco Davolo, marquis of Pescara: she was a lady of consummate genius and piety, and composed many elegant poems in praise of her husband, and other works on religious subjects.”—H.

If chaste Laodomia, &c .

Stanza xix. line 1.

“ Laodamia , wife to Protesilaüs, who went to the siege of Troy: he was the first who landed, and fell by the hand of Hector: his dead body being sent home to Laodamia, she expired upon it.

“ Evadne , wife of Capaneus, who went to the siege of Thebes: her husband being dead, she threw herself on the funeral pile, and was consumed with him.

“ Argia , daughter to Adrastus, king of Argos, and wife to Polynices. Polynices and his brother Eteocles being dead by the hands of each other, Creon forbade them to be buried; but Argia, accompanied by her sister Antigone, went in the night to the field of battle, and finding the body of her husband, gave it burial; on which the tyrant commanded Argia and Antigone to be put to death.

“ Arria , wife to Pœtus, who was condemned to death for being privy to a conspiracy against the emperor Claudius. Arria, with great intrepidity, drew a dagger, and plunging it into her bosom, presented it to her husband with this expression, ‘that she died without pain, but the agony she felt was for the death which he must suffer. ’ ”—H.

As Vulcan’s son, &c .

Stanza xxvii. line 1.

“Ericthonius, the son of Vulcan, was born with the feet of a dragon, and was given by Pallas, shut up in a chest to be kept by the three daughters of Cecrops, king of Athens, Pandroso, Erse, and Aglauros, with strict orders not to look therein; but Aglauros, through curiosity, opened the chest, and discovered the infant, on which they were all three punished. Ericthonius, when he was grown up, invented the use of the chariot, in order, when he rode therein, to conceal his deformity.”—H.

Not more bold Jason wondered, &c .

Stanza xxxvi. line 1.

“The women of the island of Lemnos being jealous that their husbands meant to forsake them for other wives, formed a conspiracy against the men, and at their return massacred them all in one night: Hypermnestra only saved the life of her old father king Thöas, and sent him in safety from the island. Jason afterwards arriving thither, found with surprise the kingdom only held by women. See Ovid’s Ep. Hypsipile to Jason.”—H.

In the holy orders of fair chivalry .

Stanza xlvi. line 5.

In a curious little poem, in which Saladin is made to request knighthood of a Christian prisoner, the latter performs all the previous ceremonies, but stops short of ordination, which, he says, using a very coarse illustration, is too sacred to be conferred upon a heathen . Many other passages might be cited from the literature of the middle ages, in support of Ariosto’s epithet of holy , as applied to orders of knighthood.

Olindro slain, &c .

Stanza lvi. line 1.

“This story of Olindro and Drusilla is taken from Plutarch , from whom Castiglione has translated it in his Cortigiano. It is likewise told with many circumstances by Apuleius in his Golden Ass: but Ariosto has altered and improved the story.”—H.

When the holy obsequies at last were o’er, &c .

Stanza lxix. line 1.

The requiem to Olindro with which the service was to begin.

Throughout all that and the succeeding day, Till the forenoon, proceed, &c .

Stanza cxxii. lines 1 and 2.

Tutto quel giorno e l’altro fin’ appresso L’ora di terza andaro, etc .

The terza is, strictly speaking, the third canonical hour; but according to the ecclesiastical mode of counting time from sunset to sunrise, this and all the other hours must vary according to the season; and, therefore, cannot exactly correspond with any of ours.

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THE ORLANDO FURIOSO.

CANTO XXXVIII.

ARGUMENT.

To Arles the Child, to Charles Marphisa wends,

To be baptized, with Bradamant for guide.

Astolpho from the holy realm descends;

Through whom with sight the Nubian is supplied:

Agramant’s land he with his troop offends;

But he is of his Africk realm so wide,

With Charles he bargains, that, on either side,

Two knights by strife their quarrel should decide.

THE ORLANDO FURIOSO.

CANTO XXXVIII.

I.

Ye courteous ladies, who unto my strain Kind audience lend—I read it in your cheer— That good Rogero should depart again So suddenly, from her that held him dear, Displeases ye, and scarce inflicts less pain Than that which Bradamant endured whilere: I read you also argue, to his shame, That feebly burned in him the amorous flame.

II.

If from her side for other cause had gone, Against that lady’s will, the youthful lord; Though in the hope more treasure to have won Than swelled rich Crœsus’ or rich Crassus’ hoard, I too should deem the dart, by Cupid thrown, Had not the heart-core of Rogero gored. For such a sovereign joy, a prize so high No silver and no gold could ever buy.

III.

Yet to preserve our honour not alone Deserves excuse, it also merits praise: This to preserve, I say, when to have done In other wise, might shame and scandal raise; And had fair Bradamant reluctance shown, And obstinately interposed delays, This, as a certain sign, had served to prove That lady’s little wit or little love.

IV.

For if his life, whom gentle woman loves, As her own life she values, or before; (I speak of one at whom young Cupid roves With arrows which beneath the mantle gore) His honour to his pleasure it behoves That woman to prefer, by so much more, As man beyond his life his honour treasures, Esteemed by him above all other pleasures.

V.

His duty good Rogero satisfied, Following the royal lord with whom he came; For having no fair cause to quit his side, He could not leave the Paynim without shame; And, if his sire had by Almontes died, In this, King Agramant was not to blame; Who for his parents’ every past offence Had made Rogero mighty recompense.

VI.

He will perform his duty to repair To his liege-lord; so did that martial maid; Who had not with reiterated prayer (As so she might have done) Rogero stayed. The stripling may appay the warlike fair In other season, if not now appaid; But twice two hundred years will not atone The crying sin of honour once foregone.

VII.

To Arles-town whither had his king conveyed His remnant of a host, he pricked anew; While they that, since their kindred was displayed, Had a close friendship formed—the damsels two— Thither together go where Charles had made His mightiest effort, with the, Christian crew; Hoping by siege or fight to break the foe, And free his kingdom from so long a woe.

VIII.

Bradamant, when she in the camp appeared, Was greeted with a welcome warm and kind. On all sides was she hailed, by all was cheered; And she to this or that her head inclined. Rinaldo, when he of her coming heard, Met her; nor young Richardo stayed behind; Nor Richardet; nor others of her race; And all received the maid with joyful face.

IX.

When next ’tis known, the second of the twain Is that Marphisa, so in arms renowned, Who from Catay unto the bounds of Spain Had journeyed, with a thousand laurels crowned, Nor rich nor poor within their tents remain: The curious crowd, encompassing them round, Press, harm, and heave each other here and there, In the sole wish to see so bright a pair.

X.

By them was Charles saluted reverently, And the first day was this (has Turpin shown) Marphisa had been seen to bend her knee: For Pepin’s royal son to her, alone, Deserving of such duty seemed to be, Mid emperors or kings that filled a throne, Baptized or infidel, of all those named For mighty riches, or for valour famed.

XI.

Her kindly Charlemagne received, and wide Of the pavilions met, in open view; And, above king, and prince, and peer, beside Himself the monarch placed that damsel true. Who go not, are dismist; so none abide In little time, except the good and few. The Paladins and lords remain; without, Is left the unrespected rabble-rout.

XII.

Marphisa first began in grateful strain: “Unconquered Cæsar, glorious and august, “Who, to Alcides’ strait from Indian main, “Mak’st Scythian’s pale and Æthiop’s race adust “Revere thy Christian cross of snowy grain, “—Of earthly monarchs thou most sage and just— “Hither thy glory, which no limits bound, “Has brought me from the world’s extremest ground;

XIII.

“And (to avow the truth) in jealous mood “Alone I came, alone with thee to fight; “Because I grudged that king so puissant shou’d “Exist on earth, save he observed my rite. “Hence reek thy ravaged fields with Christian blood; “And yet with greater rancour and despite, “Like cruel foe, I purposed to offend, “But that it chanced, one changed me to a friend.

XIV.

“When to worst harm and scaith thy bands I doom, “I find (as at my leisure I will show) “Rogero of Risa was my father, whom “An evil brother traitorously laid low. “Me my sad mother carried in her womb “Beyond the sea, and bore in want and woe. “Till my seventh year by wizard nourished, I “Was stolen from him by thieves of Araby.

XV.

“They to a king in Persia vended me, “That after died beneath my faulchion, who “Would fain have taken my virginity. “When grown, that king and all his court I slew; “Chased his ill race and seized his royalty; “And—such my fortune—by a month or two, “I eighteen years had not o’erpast, before “I added to my realm six kingdoms more;

XVI.

“And, moved by envy of thy glorious fame, “I in my heart resolved (as thou hast heard) “To abate the grandeur of thy mighty name: “I haply so had done; I haply erred. “But now a chance has served that will to tame, “And clip my fury’s wings; the having heard “Since I arrived in Christendom, how we “Are bound by ties of consanguinity;

XVII.

“And, for my father thee, as kinsman, served, “So thou a kin and servant hast in me; “And I that envy, that fierce hate, which nerved “Mine arm whilere, now blot from memory. “Nay, these for evil Agramant reserved, “And for his sire’s and uncle’s kin shall be; “They who were whilom guilty of the death “Of that unhappy pair, who gave me breath.”

XVIII.

She adds, ‘the Christian faith she will receive, ‘And, after having spent king Agramant, ‘Will home return, with royal Charles’s leave, ‘Her kingdom to baptize in the Levant, ‘And war upon whatever nations cleave ‘To cheating Mahound or to Termagant; ‘Promising that whate’er her arms obtain ‘Shall be the Christian faith’s and empire’s gain.’

XIX.

Charles, no less eloquent upon his side, Than bold in deed and prudent in design, Much that illustrious lady magnified, And much her father, much her noble line: He courteously to every point replied; And of his heart his open front was sign. As his last words, ‘that he received the maid ‘As kinswoman and child,’ the monarch said.

XX.

Then rose and locked her in a new embrace, And kissed her, like a daughter, on the brow. Morgana and Clermont’s kin, with joyful face, All thither troop; ’twere tedious to tell how Rinaldo did the gentle damsel grace; For he had oftentimes espied ere now Her martial prowess, tried by goodly test, When they with girding siege Albracca pressed.

XXI.

’Twere long to tell how, with those worthies met, Guido rejoiced to see Marphisa there; Gryphon, and Aquilant, and Sansonet, That with her in the cruel city were ; Vivian, and Malagigi, and Richardet; Who, when Maganza’s traitors made repair, With those ill purchasers of Spain to trade, Found such a faithful comrade in the maid.

XXII.

They deck the ground for the ensuing day; And Charlemagne takes care himself to see That they the place shall sumptuously array, Wherein Marphisa’s baptism is to be. Bishops are gathered, learned clerks, and they Who ken the laws of Christianity; That taught in all its doctrine by their care And holy skill may be that martial fair.

XXIII.

In sacred stole, pontifical, arraid, Her the archbishop Turpin did baptize; Charlemagne from the healthful font the maid Uplifted with befitting ceremonies. But it is time the witless head to aid With that, which treasured in the phial lies, Wherewith Astolpho, from the lowest star , Descended in Elias’ fiery car.

XXIV.

The duke descended from the lucid round, On this our earthly planet’s loftiest height. Whither he with that blessed vase was bound, Which was the mighty champion’s brain to right. A herb of sovereign virtue on that ground The apostle shows, and with it bids the knight The Nubian’s eyeballs touch, when him anew He visits, and restore that sovereign’s view.

XXV.

That he, for this and for his first desert, May give him bands, Biserta to assail; And shows him how that people inexpert He may to battle train, in plate and mail; And how to pass the deserts, without hurt, Where men are dazzled by the sandy gale. The order that throughout should be maintained From point to point, the sainted sire explained;

XXVI.

Then made him that plumed beast again bestride, Rogero’s and Atlantes’ steed whilere. By sainted John dismist, his reverend guide, Those holy regions left the cavalier; And coasting Nile, on one or the other side, Saw Nubia’s realm before him soon appear; And there, in its chief city, to the ground Descended, and anew Senapus found.

XXVII.

Great was the joy, and great was the delight, Wherewith that king received the English lord; Who well remembered how the gentle knight Had from the loathsome harpies freed his board. But when the humour, that obscured his sight, Valiant Astolpho scaled, and now restored Was the blind sovereign’s eyesight as before, He would that warrior as a god adore.

XXVIII.

So that not only those whom he demands For the Bisertine war, he gives in aid; But adds a hundred thousand from his bands, And offer of his royal person made. Scarce on the open plain embattled stands, —All foot—the Nubian host, for war arraid. For few the horses which that region bore; Of elephants and camels a large store.

XXIX.

The night before the day, when on its road The Nubian force should march, Astolpho rose, And his winged hippogryph again bestrode: Then, hurrying ever south, in fury goes To a high hill, the southern wind’s abode; Whence he towards the Bears in fury blows: There finds a cave, through whose strait entrance breaks The fell and furious Auster, when he wakes.

XXX.

He, as his master erst instruction gave, With him an empty bladder had conveyed; Which, at the vent of that dim Alpine cave, Wherein reposed the wearied wind, was laid Quaintly and softly by the baron brave; And so unlocked for was the ambuscade, That, issuing forth at morn, to sweep the plains, Auster imprisoned in the skin remains .

XXXI.

To Nubia he, rejoicing in his prey, Returns; and with that very light the peer, With the black host, sets out upon his way, And lets the victual follow in his rear. Towards Mount Atlas with his whole array In safety goes the glorious cavalier. Through shifting plains of powdery sand he past, Nor dreaded danger from the sultry blast;

XXXII.

And having gained the mountain’s hither side, Whence are discerned the plain, and distant brine, He chooses from the swarm he has to guide The noblest and most fit for discipline; And makes them, here and there, in troops divide, At a hill’s foot, wherewith the plains confine; Then leaves his host and climbs the hill’s ascent, Like one that is on lofty thoughts intent.

XXXIII.

After he, lowly kneeling in the dust, His holy master had implored, in true Assurance he was heard, he downward thrust A heap of stones. O what things may he do That in the Saviour wholly puts his trust! The stones beyond the use of nature grew ; Which rolling to the sandy plain below, Next, neck and muzzle; legs and belly show.

XXXIV.

They, neighing shrill, down narrow paths repair, With lusty leaps; and lighting on the plain, Uplift the croup, like coursers as they are, Some bay, some roan, and some of dapple stain. The crowds that waiting in the valleys were, Layed hands on them, and seized them by the rein. Thus in a thought each soldier had his horse, Born ready reined and saddled for the course.

XXXV.

He fourscore thousand of his Nubian power, One hundred and two footmen, in a day To horsemen changes, who wide Afric scour, And, upon every side, sack, burn, and slay. Agramant had intrusted town and tower. Till his return, to king Branzardo’s sway, To Fersa’s king, and him of the Algaziers; And these against Astolpho lead their spears.

XXXVI.

Erewhile a nimble bark, with sail and oar, They had dispatched, which, stirring feet and wings, News of the Nubian monarch’s outrage bore To Agramant from his vicegerent kings, That rests not, night nor day, till to the shore Of Provence she her doleful tiding brings; And finds her monarch half subdued in Arles, For camped within a mile was conquering Charles.

XXXVII.

Agramant, hearing in what peril lies His realm, through his attack on Pepin’s reign, Him in this pressing peril to advise, Calls kings and princes of the paynim train; And when he once or twice has turned his eyes On sage Sobrino and the king of Spain, —Eldest and wisest they those lords among— The monarch so bespeaks the assembled throng:

XXXVIII.

“Albeit it fits not captain, as I know, “To say, ‘ on this I thought not ,’ this I say; “Because when from a quarter comes the blow, “From every human forethought far away, “ ’Tis for such fault a fair excuse, I trow; “And here all hinges; I did ill to lay “Unfurnished Africk open to attack, “If there was ground to fear the Nubian sack.