XXXI.

“Thou, with pretence, from me my state didst wrest “Of our connection and of amity; “And quickly of my land thy troops possest, “To assure the rule unto thyself. Shall I “Return to Flanders where I sold the rest, “Though little, upon which I lived, to buy “Thee needful succour and from prison bear? “Wretch, whither shall I go? I know not where.

XXXII.

“Can I to Friesland go, where I to reign “As queen was called, and this for thee forewent; “Where both my brethren and my sire were slain, “And every other good from me was rent?— “Thee would I not, thou ingrate, with my pain “Reproach, nor therefore deal thee punishment: “As well as I, the story dost thou know; “Now, see the meed thou dost for this bestow!

XXXIII.

“Oh! may I but escape the wild corsair, “Nor taken be, and after sold for slave ! “Rather than this may lion, wolf, or bear, “Tiger, or other beast, if fiercer rave, “Me with his claws and tushes rend and tear, “And drag my bleeding body to his cave.” So saying she her golden hair offends, And lock by lock the scattered tresses rends.

XXXIV.

She to the shore’s extremest verge anew, Tossing her head, with hair dishevelled, run; And seemed like maid beside herself, and who Was by ten fiends possessed, instead of one ; Or like the frantic Hecuba, at view Of murdered Polydore, her infant son; Fixed on a stone she gazed upon the sea, Nor less than real stone seemed stone to be .

XXXV.

But let her grieve till my return. To show Now of the child I wish: his weary way Rogero, in the noon’s intensest glow, Takes by the shore: the burning sunbeams play Upon the hill and thence rebound; below Boils the white sand; while heated with the ray, Little is wanting in that journey dire, But that the arms he wears are all on fire.

XXXVI.

While to the warrior thirst and labour sore, Still toiling through that heavy sand, as he Pursued his path along the sunny shore, Were irksome and displeasing company, Beneath the shadow of a turret hoar, Which rose beside the beach, amid the sea, He found three ladies of Alcina’s court, As such distinguished by their dress and port.

XXXVII.

Reclined on Alexandrian carpets rare The ladies joyed the cool in great delight; About them various wines in vessels were, And every sort of comfit nicely dight; Fast by, and sporting with the ripple there, Lay, waiting on their needs, a pinnace light, Until a breeze should fill her sail anew: For then no breath upon the waters blew.

XXXVIII.

They, who beheld along the shifting sand Rogero wend, upon his way intent, And saw thirst figured on his lips, and scanned His troubled visage, all with sweat besprent, Began to pray, ‘on what he had in hand ‘He would not show his heart so deeply bent, ‘But that he in the cool and grateful shade ‘Would rest his weary limbs, beside them laid.’

XXXIX.

To hold the stirrup one approaching near, Would aid him to alight: the other bore A cup of chrystal to the cavalier, With foaming wine, which raised his thirst the more; But to the music of their speech no ear He lent, who weened if he his way forebore For any thing, each lett would time supply To Alcina to arrive, who now was nigh.

XL.

Not so saltpetre fine and sulphur pure, Touched with the fiery spark, blaze suddenly; Not so loud ocean raves, when the obscure Whirlwind descends and camps in middle sea, As viewing thus the knight proceed secure Upon his journey, and aware that he Scorns them, who yet believe they beauteous are, Kindled the third of those three damsels fair.

XLI.

As loud as she could raise her voice, she said, “Thou art not gentle, nor art thou a knight; “And hast from other arms and horse conveyed “Which never could be thine by better right. “So be thy theft, if well I guess, appaid “By death, which this may worthily requite! “Foul thief, churl, haughty ingrate, may I thee “Burned, gibbeted, or cut in quarters see!”

XLII.

Beside all these and more injurious cries, Which the proud damsel at the warrior throws, Though to her taunts Rogero nought replies, Who weens small fame from such a contest flows; She with her sisters to the frigate hies, Which waits them, and aboard the tender goes; And plying fast her oars, pursues the knight Along the sandy beach, still kept in sight.

XLIII.

On him with threat and curse she ever cried; Whose tongue collected still fresh cause for blame. Meanwhile, where to the lovelier fairy’s side The passage lay across a straight, he came; And there an ancient ferryman espied Put from the other shore with punctual aim, As if forewarned and well prepared, the seer Waited the coming of the cavalier.

XLIV.

The ferryman put forth the Child to meet, To bear him to a better shore rejoicing: he Appeared as all benign and all discreet, If of the heart the face is warranty. Giving God thanks, Rogero took his seat Aboard the bark, and passed the quiet sea, Discoursing with that ancient pilot, fraught With wisdom, and by long experience taught.

XLV.

He praised Rogero much, that he had fled In time from false Alcina, and before To him the dame had given the chalice dread, Her lover’s final guerdon evermore. Next that he had to Logistilla sped, Where he should duly witness holy lore, And beauty infinite and grace enjoy, Which feed and nourish hearts they never cloy.

XLVI.

“Her shall you, struck with wonderment, revere,” (He said), “when first you shall behold the fay; “But better contemplate her lofty cheer, “And you no other treasure shall appay. “In this her love from other differs; fear “And hope in other on the bosom prey: “In hers Desire demands not aught beside, “And with the blessing seen is satisfied.

XLVII.

“You shall in nobler studies be professed, “Tutored by her, than bath and costly fare, “Song, dance, and perfumes; as how fashioned best, “Your thoughts may tower more high than hawks in air; “And how some of the glory of the blest “You here may in the mortal body share .” So speaking, and yet distant from the shore, To the safe bank approached the pilot hoar.

XLVIII.

When he beholds forth-issuing from the strand, A fleet of ships, which all towards him steer. With these came wronged Alcina, with a band Of many vassals, gathered far and near; To risk the ruin of herself and land, Or repossess the thing she held so dear. Love, no light cause, incites the dame aggrieved, Nor less the bitter injury received.

XLIX.

Such choler she had never felt before As that which now upon her bosom fed: And hence she made her followers ply the oar Till the white foam on either bank was shed The deafening noise and din o’er sea and shore, By echo every where repeated, spread. “Now—now, Rogero, bare the magic shield, “Or in the strife be slain, or basely yield:”

L.

Thus Logistilla’s pilot; and beside, So saying, seized the pouch, wherein was dight The buckler, and the covering torn aside, Exposed to open view the shining light. The enchanted splendor, flashing far and wide, So sore offends the adversaries’ sight, They from their vessels drop amazed and blind, Tumbling from prow before, and poop behind.

LI.

One who stood sentry on the citadel Descried the navy of the invading dame, And backwards rang the castle larum-bell, Whence speedy succours to the haven came. The artillery rained like storm, whose fury fell On all who would Rogero scathe and shame: So that such aid was brought him in the strife, As saved the warrior’s liberty and life.

LII.

Four ladies are arrived upon the strand, Thither by Logistilla sped in haste: Leagued with the valiant Andronica stand Fronesia sage, Dicilla good, and chaste Sofrosina, who, as she has in hand More than the others, ’mid the foremost placed, Conspicuous flames. Forth issues from the fort A matchless host, and files towards the port.

LIII.

Beneath the castle, safe from wind and swell, Of many ships and stout, a squadron lay; Which, in the harbour, at a sound from bell,— A word, were fit for action, night or day; And thus by land and sea was battle, fell And furious, waged on part of either fay: Whence was Alcina’s realm turned upside down, Of which she had usurped her sister’s crown.

LIV.

Oh! of how many battles the success Is different from what was hoped before! Not only failed the dame to repossess, As thought, her lover flying from her shore, But out of ships, even now so numberless, That ample ocean scarce the navy bore, From all her vessels, to the flames a prey, But with one bark escaped the wretched fay.

LV.

Alcina flies; and her sad troop around Routed and taken, burnt or sunk, remains. To have lost Rogero, sorrow more profound Wakes in her breast than all her other pains; And she in bitter tears for ever drowned, Of the Child’s loss by night and day complains; And bent to end her woes, with many a sigh, Often laments her that she cannot die.

LVI.

No fairy dies, or can, while overhead The sun shall burn, or heavens preserve their stile, Or Clotho had been moved to cut her thread, Touched by such grief; or, as on funeral pile Fair Dido, she beneath the steel had bled; Or, haply, like the gorgeous Queen of Nile, In mortal slumber would have closed her eye: But fairies cannot at their pleasure die .

LVII.

Return we, where eternal fame is due, Leaving Alcina in her trouble sore: I speak of valorous Rogero, who Had disembarked upon the safer shore. He turned his back upon the waters blue, Giving God thanks for all with pious lore; And on dry ground now landed, made repair Towards the lofty castle planted there.

LVIII.

Than this a stronger or more bright in show Was never yet before of mortal sight, Or after, viewed; with stones the ramparts glow More rich than carbuncle or diamond bright. We of like gems discourse not here below, And he who would their nature read aright Must thither speed: none such elsewhere, I ween, Except perhaps in heaven above, are seen.

LIX.

What gives to them superiority O’er every other sort of gem, confessed, Is, man in these his very soul may see; His vices and his virtues see expressed. Hence shall he after heed no flattery, Nor yet by wrongful censure be depressed. His form he in the lucid mirror eyes, And by the knowledge of himself grows wise.

LX.

Their rays, which imitate the sunshine, fill All round about with such a flood of light, That he who has them, Phœbus, may at will Create himself a day, in thy despite. Nor only marvellous the gems; the skill Of the artificer and substance bright So well contend for mastery, of the two, ’Tis hard to judge where preference is due.

LXI.

On arches raised, whereon the firmament Seemed to repose as props, so fair in show Are lovely gardens, and of such extent, As even would be hard to have below. Clustering ’twixt lucid tower or battlement, Green odoriferous shrubs are seen to grow, Which through the summer and the winter shoot, And teem with beauteous blossom and ripe fruit.

LXII.

Never in any place such goodly tree Is grown, except within these gardens fine; Or rose, or violet of like quality, Lilies, or amaranth, or jessamine. Elsewhere it seems as if foredoomed to be Born with one sun, to live and to decline, Upon its widowed stalk the blossom dies, Subject to all the changes of the skies.

LXIII.

But here the verdure still is permanent, Still permanent the eternal blossoms are; Not that kind nature, in her government, So nicely tempers here the genial air, But that, unneeding any influence lent By planet, Logistilla’s zeal and care Ever keep fast (what may appear a thing Impossible) her own perpetual spring.

LXIV.

That such a gentle lord had sought her rest, Did much the prudent Logistilla please, And she commanded he should be carest, And all should seek to do him courtesies. Sometime had Sir Astolpho been her guest, Whom with a joyful heart Rogero sees. There in few days resorted all the crew, Changed by Melissa to their shapes anew.

LXV.

When they a day or more their weariness Had eased, Rogero sought the prudent fay; With him the duke Astolpho, who no less Desired to measure back his western way. Melissa was for both embassadress, And for the warlike pair, with humble say To favour, warn and help them, prayed the dame; So that they might return from whence they came.

LXVI.

“I” (said the fay) “will think upon this need, “And in two days the pair will expedite.” Then thought how good Rogero she should speed, And afterwards how aid the English knight . She wills the first shall, on the griffin-steed, To the Aquitanian shores direct his flight; But first will fashion for the flying-horse A bit, to guide him and restrain his course.

LXVII.

She shows him what to do, if he on high Would make him soar, or down to earth would bring; And what, would he in circles make him fly, Or swiftly speed, or pause upon the wing. And all that skilful horsemen use to try Upon plain ground, beneath her tutoring, Rogero learned in air, and gained dominion Over the griffin-steed of soaring pinion.

LXVIII.

When at all points Rogero was prepared, He bade farewell to the protecting fay, For ever to the loving knight endeared, And issued from her realm upon his way. I first of him, who on his journey fared In happy hour, and afterwards shall say Of the English knight, who spent more time and pain Seeking the friendly court of Charlemagne.

LXIX.

Rogero thence departs; but as before Takes not the way he took in his despite, When him above the sea the courser bore. And seldom was the land beneath in sight. But taught to make him beat his wings and soar, Here, there, as liked him best, with docile flight, Returning, he another path pursued; As Magi erst, who Herod’s snare eschewed.

LXX.

Borne hither, good Rogero, leaving Spain, Had sought, in level line, the Indian lands, Where they are watered by the Eastern main; Where the two fairies strove with hostile bands. He now resolved to visit other reign Than that where Æolus his train commands; And finish so the round he had begun, Circling the world beneath him like the sun.

LXXI.

Here he Catay, and there he Mangiane, Passing the great Quinsay beheld; in air Above Imavus turned, and Sericane Left on the right; and thence did ever bear From the north Scythians to the Hyrcanian main: So reached Sarmatia’s distant land; and, where Europe and Asia’s parted climes divide, Russ, Prussian, he and Pomeranian spied.

LXXII.

Although the Child by every wish was pressed Quickly to seek his Bradamant, yet he With taste of roving round the world possest, Would not desist from it, till Hungary He had seen; and Polacks, Germans, and the rest Should in his wide extended circuit see, Inhabiting that horrid, northern land; And came at last to England’s farthest strand.

LXXIII.

Yet think not, sir, that in so long a flight, The warrior is for ever on the wing. Who lodges, housed in tavern every night, As best he can, through his capacious ring. So nights and days he passes: such delight Prospects to him of land and ocean bring. Arrived one morn nigh London-town, he stopt; And over Thames the flying courser dropt.

LXXIV.

Where he in meadows to the city nigh Saw troops of men at arms, and footmen spread; Who, to the drum and trumpet marching by, Divided into goodly bands, were led Before Rinaldo, flower of chivalry; He that (if you remember it) was said To have been sent by Charlemagne, and made His envoy to these parts in search of aid.

LXXV.

Rogero came exactly as the show Of that fair host was made without the town, And of a knight the occasion sought to know; But from the griffin-horse first lighted down: And he who courteous was, informed him how Of kingdoms holding of the British crown, English, Scotch, Irish, and the islands nigh, Those many banners were, upreared on high:

LXXVI.

And added, ‘Having ended this display ‘Of arms, the troops would file towards the strand, ‘Where vessels anchored in the harbour lay, ‘Waiting to bear them to another land. “The French besieged, rejoice in this array, “And hope (he said) deliverance through the band. “But that I may of all inform you well, “I of each troop shall separately tell.

LXXVII.

“Lo! where yon mighty banner planted stands, “Which pards and flower-de-luces does unfold. “That our great captain to the wind expands, “Under whose ensign are the rest enrolled: “The warrior’s name, renowned throughout these lands, “Is Leonetto, flower of all the bold; “Lancaster’s duke, and nephew to the king, “Valiant in war, and wise in counselling.

LXXXVIII.

“That next the royal gonfalon, which stirred “By fluttering wind, is borne towards the mount, “Which on green field, three pinions of a bird “Bears argent, speaks Sir Richard, Warwick’s count . “The Duke of Gloucester’s blazon is the third, “Two antlers of a stag, and demi-front; “The Duke of Clarence shows a torch, and he “Is Duke of York who bears that verdant tree.

LXXIX.

“Upon the Duke of Norfolk’s gonfalon “You see a lance into three pieces broke; “The thunder on the Earl of Kent’s; upon “Pembroke’s a griffin; underneath a yoke; “In Essex’s, conjoined, two snakes are shown: “By yonder lifted balance is bespoke “The Duke of Suffolk; and Northumbria’s Earl “A garland does on azure field unfurl.

LXXX.

“Arundel’s Earl is yonder cavalier, “Whose banner bears a foundering bark! In sight “The next, is Berkeley’s noble Marquis; near “Are March and Richmond’s Earls: the first on white “Shows a cleft mount; a palm the second peer; “A pine amid the waves the latter knight. “The next of Dorset and Southampton’s town, “Are earls; this bears a car, and that a crown.

LXXXI.

“The valiant Raymond, Earl of Devon, bears “The hawk, which spreads her wings above her nest; “While or and sable he of Worcester wears: “Derby ’s a dog, a bear is Oxford’s crest. “There, as his badge, a cross of chrystal rears “Bath’s wealthy prelate, camped among the rest. “The broken seat on dusky field, next scan, “Of Somerset’s good duke, Sir Ariman.

LXXXII.

“Forty-two thousand muster in array, “The men at arms and mounted archers there . “By a hundred I misreckon not, or they, “The fighting footmen, twice as many are. “Those ensigns yellow, brown, and green, survey, “And that striped blue and black. The foot repair “Each to his separate flag where these are spread; “By Godfrey, Henry, Hermant, Edward, led.

LXXXIII.

“The first is the Duke of Buckingham; and he, “The next, is Henry, Earl of Salisbury; “Old Hermant Aberga’nny holds in fee, “That Edward is the Earl of Shrewsbury. “In those who yonder lodge, the English see “Camped eastward; and now westward turn your eye, “Where you shall thirty thousand Scots, a crew “Led by their monarch’s son, Zerbino, view.

LXXXIV.

“The lion ’twixt two unicorns behold “Upon the standard of the Scottish king! “Which has a sword of silver in its hold. “There camps his son: of all his following “Is none so beauteous: nature broke the mould “In which she cast him, after fashioning “Her work: Is none in whom such chivalry “And valour shines. The Duke of Rothsay he !

LXXXV.

“Behold the Earl of Huntley’s flag display “Upon an azure field a gilded bar: “In that a leopard in the toils survey, “The bearing of the noble Duke of Mar . “With many birds, and many colours gay, “See Alcabrun’s, a valiant man in war; “Who neither duke, nor count, nor marquis hight, “Is in his savage country first of right .

LXXXVI.

“The Duke of Strathforth shows the bird, who strains “His daring eyes to keep the sun in view; “The Earl Lurcanio, that in Angus reigns, “A bull, whose flanks are torn by deerhounds two. “See there the Duke of Albany, who stains “His ensign’s field with colours white and blue. “The Earl of Buchan next his banner bears, “In which a dragon vert a vulture tears.

LXXXVII.

“Herman, the lord of Forbes, conducts that band, “And stripes his gonfalon with black and white; “With Errol’s earl upon his better hand, “Who on a field of green displays a light. “Now see the Irish, next the level land, “Into two squadrons ordered for the fight. “Kildare’s redoubted earl commands the first; “Lord Desmond leads the next, in mountains nursed.

LXXXVIII.

“A burning pine by Kildare is displayed; “By Desmond on white field a crimson bend. “Nor only England, Scotland, Ireland, aid “King Charlemagne; but to assist him wend “The Swede and Norse, and succours are conveyed “From Thulè, and the farthest Iceland’s end. “All lands that round them lie, in fine, increase “His host, by nature enemies to peace .

LXXXIX.

“Issued from cavern and from forest brown, “They sixteen thousand are, or little less; “Visage, legs, arms, and bosom overgrown “With hair, like beasts. Lo! yonder, where they press “About a standard white, the level down “Of lances seems a bristling wilderness. “Such Moray’s flag, the savage squadron’s head , “Who means with Moorish blood to paint it red.”

XC.

What time Rogero sees the fair array, Whose bands to succour ravaged France prepare, And notes and talks of ensigns they display, And names of British lords, to him repair One and another, crowding to survey His courser, single of its kind, or rare: All thither hasten, wondering and astound, And compassing the warrior, form a round.

XCI.

So that to raise more wonder in the train, And to make better sport, as him they eyed, Rogero shook the flying courser’s rein, And lightly with the rowels touched his side: He towards heaven, uprising, soared amain, And left behind each gazer stupefied. Having from end to end the English force So viewed, he next for Ireland shaped his course;

XCII.

And saw the fabulous Hibernia, where The goodly, sainted elder made the cave , In which men cleansed from all offences are; Such mercy there, it seems, is found to save. Thence o’er that sea he spurred, through yielding air, Whose briny waves the lesser Britain lave; And, looking down, Angelica descried In passing, to the rock with fetters tied;

XCIII.

Bound to the naked rock upon the strand, In the isle of tears; for the isle of tears was hight, That which was peopled by the inhuman band, So passing fierce and full of foul despite; Who (as I told above) on every hand Cruized with their scattered fleet by day or night; And every beauteous woman bore away, Destined to be a monster’s evil prey:

XCIV.

There but that morning bound in cruel wise; Where (to devour a living damsel sped) The ore, that measureless sea-monster, hies, Which on abominable food is fed. How on the beach the maid became the prize Of the rapacious crew, above was said, Who found her sleeping near the enchanter hoar, Who her had thither brought by magic lore.

XCV.

The cruel and inhospitable crew To the voracious beast the dame expose Upon the sea-beat shore, as bare to view As nature did at first her work compose. Not even a veil she has, to shade the hue Of the white lily and vermillion rose, Which mingled in her lovely members meet, Proof to December-snow and July-heat.

XCVI.

Her would Rogero have some statue deemed Of alabaster made, or marble rare, Which to the rugged rock so fastened seemed By the industrious sculptor’s cunning care, But that he saw distinct a tear which streamed Amid fresh-opening rose and lily fair, Stand on her budding paps beneath in dew, And that her golden hair dishevelled flew .

XCVII.

And as he fastened his on her fair eyes, His Bradamant he called to mind again. Pity and love within his bosom rise At once, and ill he can from tears refrain: And in soft tone he to the damsel cries, (When he has checked his flying courser’s rein) “O lady, worthy but that chain to wear, “With which Love’s faithful servants fettered are ,

XCVIII.

“And most unworthy this or other ill, “What wretch has had the cruelty to wound “And gall those snowy hands with livid stain, “Thus painfully with griding fetters bound?” At this she cannot choose but show like grain, Of crimson spreading on an ivory ground ; Knowing those secret beauties are espied, Which, howsoever lovely, shame would hide;

XCIX.

And gladly with her hands her face would hood, Were they not fastened to the rugged stone : But with her tears (for this at least she cou’d) Bedewed it, and essayed to hold it down. Sobbing some while the lovely damsel stood; Then loosed her tongue and spake in feeble tone; But ended not; arrested in mid-word, By a loud noise which in the sea was heard.

C.

Lo! and behold! the unmeasured-beast appears, Half surging and half hidden, in such sort As sped by roaring wind long carack steers From north or south, towards her destined port . So the sea monster to his food repairs: And now the interval between is short. Half dead the lady is through fear endured, Ill by that other’s comfort reassured.

CI.

Rogero overhand, not in the rest Carries his lance, and beats, with downright blow, The monstrous orc. What this resembled best, But a huge, writhing mass, I do not know; Which wore no form of animal exprest, Save in the head, with eyes and teeth of sow. His forehead, ’twixt the eyes, Rogero smites, But as on steel or rock the weapon lights.

CII.

When he perceives the first of no avail, The knight returns to deal a better blow; The orc, who sees the shifting shadow sail Of those huge pinions on the sea below , In furious heat, deserts his sure regale On shore, to follow that deceitful show And rolls and reels behind it, as it fleets. Rogero drops, and oft the stroke repeats.

CIII.

As eagle, that amid her downward flight, Surveys amid the grass a snake unrolled, Or where she smoothes upon a sunny height, Her ruffled plumage, and her scales of gold, Assails it not where prompt with poisonous bite To hiss and creep; but with securer hold Gripes it behind, and either pinion clangs, Lest it should turn and wound her with its fangs ;

CIV.

So the fell orc Rogero does not smite With lance or faulchion where the tushes grow, But aims that ’twixt the ears his blow may light; Now on the spine, or now on tail below. And still in time descends or soars upright, And shifts his course, to cheat the veering foe: But as if beating on a jasper block, Can never cleave the hard and rugged rock.

CV.

With suchlike warfare is the mastiff vext By the bold fly in August’s time of dust , Or in the month before or in the next, This full of yellow spikes and that of must; For ever by the circling plague perplext, Whose sting into his eyes or snout is thrust: And oft the dog’s dry teeth are heard to fall; But reaching once the foe, he pays for all.

CVI.

With his huge tail the troubled waves so sore The monster beats, that they ascend heaven-high; And the knight knows not if he swim, or soar Upon his feathered courser in mid sky; And oft were fain to find himself ashore: For, if long time the spray so thickly fly, He fears it so will bathe his hippogryph, That he shall vainly covet gourd or skiff .

CVII.

He then new counsel took, and ’twas the best, With other arms the monster to pursue; And lifting from his shield the covering vest, To dazzle with the light his blasted view. Landward towards the rock-chained maid he pressed, And on her little finger, lest a new Mischance should follow, slipt the ring, which brought The enchantment of the magic shield to nought.

CVIII.

I say the ring, which Bradamant, to free Rogero, from Brunello’s hand had rent, And which, to snatch him from Alcina, she Had next to India by Melissa sent. Melissa (as before was said by me), In aid of many used the instrument; And to Rogero this again had born; By whom ’twas ever on his finger worn.

CIX.

He gave it now Angelica; for he Feared lest the buckler’s light should be impaired, And willed as well those beauteous eyes should be Defended, which had him already snared. Pressing beneath his paunch full half the sea, Now to the shore the monstrous whale repaired: Firm stood Rogero, and the veil undone, Appeared to give the sky another sun.

CX.

He in the monster’s eyes the radiance throws, Which works as it was wont in other time. As trout or grayling to the bottom goes In stream, which mountaineer disturbs with lime; So the enchanted buckler overthrows The ore, reversed among the foam and slime. Rogero here and there the beast astound Still beats, but cannot find the way to wound.

CXI.

This while the lady begs him not to bray Longer the monster’s rugged scale in vain. “For heaven’s sake turn and loose me” (did she say, Still weeping) “ere the ore awake again. “Bear me with thee, and drown me in mid-way. “Let me not this foul monster’s food remain.” By her just plaint Rogero moved, forebore, Untied the maid, and raised her from the shore.

CXII.

Upon the beach the courser plants his feet, And goaded by the rowel, towers in air, And gallops with Rogero in mid seat, While on the croup behind him sate the fair; Who of his banquet so the monster cheat; For him too delicate and dainty fare. Rogero turns and with thick kisses plies The lady’s snowy breast and sparkling eyes.

CXIII.

He kept no more the way, as he before Proposed, for compassing the whole of Spain: But stopt his courser on the neighbouring shore Where lesser Britain runs into the main. Upon the bank there rose an oakwood hoar, Where Philomel for ever seemed to plain; I’ the middle was a meadow with a fountain, And, at each end, a solitary mountain.

CXIV.

’Twas here the wishful knight first checked the rein, And dropping in the meadow, made his steed Furl, yet not shut so close, his wings again, As he had spread them wide for better speed. Down lights Rogero, and forbears with pain From other leap; but this his arms impede: His arms impede; a bar to his desire, And he must doff them would he slake the fire.

CXV.

Now here, now there, confused by different thong, Rogero did his shining arms undo: Never the task appeared to him so long; For where he loosed one knot, he fastened two. But, sir, too long continued is this song, And haply may as well have wearied you; So that I shall delay to other time, When it may better please, my tedious rhyme.

NOTES TO CANTO X.

The lover, eager his desires to speed, Heaps promises and vows, aye prompt to swear, What afterwards all winds disperse in air .

Stanza v. lines 6, 7, 8.

For this obvious sentiment, we may say in the language of index makers, see Ovid passim .

for you, without A lover, like uncultivated vine Would be, that has no prop to wind about .

Stanza ix. lines 2, 3, 4.

Ut vidua in nudo vitis quæ nascitur arvo Nunquam se extollit, nunquam mitem educat uvam, Sed tenerum prono deflectens pondere corpus, Jam jam contingit summâ radice flagellum, Hanc nulli agricolæ, nulli accoluêre juvenci: At si forte eadem est ulmo coujuncta marito, Multi illam agricolæ, multi accoluêre juvenci.

Catullus .

Almighty God, how fallible and vain Is human judgment, dimmed by clouds obscure!

Stanza xv. lines 1 and 2.

Proh Superi, quantum mortalia pectora cæcæ Noctis habent!

Ovid Met.

Behind the land was left; and there to pine Olympia, who yet slept the woods among .

Stanza xx. lines 1 and 2.

In this part of the story, made up of Perseus and Andromeda, and Ariadne and Theseus, we more immediately recognise the abandonment of Ariadne, which besides the main incident of the tale, has, as we shall see, furnished Ariosto with many of his details.

Till from her gilded wheels the frosty rhine Aurora upon earth beneath had flung; And the old woe, beside the tumbling brine, Lamenting, halcyons mournful descant sung .

Stanza xx. lines 3, 4, 5, 6.

Tempus erat, vitreâ quo primum terra pruinâ Spargitur, et tectæ fronde queruntur aves.

Ariadne Theseo .

Here Ariosto has, I think, improved Ovid’s description, by turning the woodland-birds into halcyons, whose appearance and plaintive cries seem to harmonize more happily with the scene.

The ‘old woe,’ lamented by them, was the catastrophe which led to the transformation of Ceyx and Alcyone into halcyons. For Ceyx having been drowned in a tempest, and Alcyone having cast herself into the sea upon the body, the gods, compassionating their misfortune, we are told, operated this prodigy in their behalf.

When she, ’twixt sleep and waking, made a strain To reach her loved Bireno, but in vain .

Stanza xx. lines 7 and 8.

She no one found; the dame her arm withdrew; She tried again, yet no one found; she spread Both arms, now here, now there, and sought anew; Now either leg; but yet no better sped. Fear banished sleep; she oped her eyes: in view Was nothing: she no more her widowed bed Would keep, but from the couch in fury sprung, And headlong forth from the pavilion flung .

Stanza xxi.

Here Ariosto has, by his addition of the lady’s feeling for her lover with her legs, somewhat injured the extreme delicacy of the picture presented to us by Ovid . The Latin poet says, speaking as Ariadne:

“Incertum vigilans, a somno languid a movi “Thesea prensuras semisupina manus. “Nullus erat: referoque manus, iterumque retento, “Perque torum moveo brachia; nullus erat. “Excussêre metus somnum: conterrita surgo, “Membraque sunt viduo præcipitata toro.”

In questions of delicacy, indeed, Ariosto has offended more than once in this description; for he certainly need not have told us, in a preceding stanza, that Olympia slept as sound as a bear.

Indeed in comparing classical passages with his imitations, as we have just done, we shall almost as often find him injuring as improving his original. Thus in his beautiful comparison of the virgin to the rose, imitated from Catullus , whose lines are given in my notes to the first canto, we may observe an instance of unsuccessful as well as of successful alteration Ariosto’s

unapproached by shepherd or by flock,

is much more delicate than Catullus’s

Intonsus pecori, nullo contusus aratro.

But he has amplified his illustration injudiciously, and, after saying of the flower that

With this the wishful youth his bosom dresses, With this the enamoured damsel braids her tresses,

he in the next stanza tells you it loses whatever favour it had found with heaven or man as soon as plucked .

And looked (the moon was shining) if she might Discover any thing beside the shore; Nor, save the shore, was any thing in sight. She calls Bireno, and the caverns round, Pitying her grief, Bireno’s name rebound .

Stanza xxii. lines 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

“Luna fuit: specto si quid nisi littora cernam; “Quod videant oculi, nil nisi littus erat. “Et quoties ego te, toties locus ipse vocabat; “Ipse locus miseræ ferre volebat opus.”

Ariadne .

On the far shore there rose a rock; below Scooped by the breaker’s beating frequently: The cliff was hollowed underneath, in show Of arch, and overhung the foaming sea. Olympia ( mind such vigour can bestow ) Sprang up the frowning crest impetuously, And, at a distance, stretched by favouring gale, Thence saw her cruel lord’s departing sail .

Stanza xxiii.

Saw it, or seemed to see: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * and lies With face than snow more cold and white in hue .

Stanza xxiv. lines 1, 2, 3, 4.

“–Scopulus raucis pendet adesus aquis. “Ascendo; vires animus dabat: atque ita latè “Æquora prospectu metior alta meo. “Inde ego (nam ventis quoque sum crudelibus usa) “Vidi præcipiti carbosa tenta Noto: “Ut vidi; aut etiam cum me vidisse putarem, “Frigidior glacie semianimisque fui.”

Ariadne .

Where unavailing is the feeble note, She weeps and claps her hands in agony .

Stanza xxv. lines 1 and 2.

Defoe , that true observer of nature, remarks, that every nation has its peculiar sound indicative of pain and grief, and, it may be added, that different ages have also different signs for expressing their emotions, which symbols appear to be purely conventional. Thus clapping of the hands, now a sign of pleasure and approbation, has been used as expressive of pain; and we read in Dante ,

“Diverse Lingue, orribili favelle, “Parole di dolore, accenti d’ ira “Voci alte e fioche e suon di man con elle.”

Infern. 3. ver. 25–28.

In Olympia’s accompanying her exclamation with sobs and action, however, Ariosto again found a model in Ovid’s Ariadne:

“Hæc ego quod voci deerat plangore replebam: “Verbera cum verbis mista fuêre meis."

Again, in the very words of her apostrophe to Theseus, the imitation is close; and is, indeed, close throughout, as the following examples will show.

“ Without its freight ,” she crie s, “ thy bark does float . “ Where, cruel, dost thou fly? ”.

Stanza xxv. lines 3 and 4.

“Quo fugis?” exclamo: “scelerate, revertere, Theseu. “Flecte ratem; numerum non habet illa suum.”

And she her raiment waving in her hand, Signs to the frigate to return to land .

Stanza xxv. lines 7 and 8.

“Candidaque imposui longæ velamina virgæ, “Scilicet oblitos admonitura mei.”

Stretched on the bed, upon her face she lay, * * * * * “ Last night in thee “ Together two found shelter ,” did she say . “ Alas! why two together are not we “ At rising? ”

Stanza xxvii. lines 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

. . . “torum repeto qui nos acceperat ambos, “Sed non acceptos exhibiturus erat. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Incumbo, lachrymisque toro manante profusis, “Pressimus (exclamo) te duo; redde duos. “Venimus huc ambo: cur non discedimus ambo?”

Nor man I see, nor see I work, which shows That man inhabits in this isle; nor I See ship, in which (a refuge from my woes), Embarking, I from hence may hope to fly. * * * * nor any one to close My eyes, or give me sepulture, be by .

Stanza xxviii. lines 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

“vacat insula cultu: “Non hominum video, non ego facta boum. “Omne latus terræ cingit mare, navita nusquam: “Nulla per ambiguas navis itura vias. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Nec mea qui digitis lumina condat, erit.”

I live in terror, and appear to see Rough bear or lion issue even now, Or tiger from beneath the greenwood tree, Or other beast with teeth and claws: but how Can ever cruel beast inflict on me, O cruel beast, a fouler death than thou?

Stanza xxix. lines 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

“Jam jam ventures aut hâc aut suspicor illâc, “Qui lanient avido viscera dente, lupos. “Forsitan et fulvos tellus alat ista leones. “Quis scit an hæc sævas tygridas insula habet?”

Reverting to the beginning of this epistle we shall find also what suggested the fifth and sixth lines of the stanza quoted last, in

“Mitius iuveni quam te genus omne ferarum.”

The difficulties also anticipated by Olympia in the XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, and XXXIVth stanzas, where she asks whither she can go, if any ship should bear her off, are all of the same nature, and put precisely in the same manner as those enumerated by Ariadne. Thus,

“Finge dari comitesque mihi ventosque ratemque; “Quid sequar? accessus terra paterna negat. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Non ego te, Crete, centum digesta per urbes, “Aspiciam, puero cognita terra Jovi, &c. &c. &c.”

Oh! may I but escape the wild corsair, Nor taken be, and after sold for slave .

Stanza xxxiii. lines 1 and 2.

“Tantum ne religer dura captiva catenâ.”

Tossing her head with streaming tresses, run; And seemed like maid beside herself, and who Was by ten fiends possessed, instead of one .

Stanza xxiv. lines 2, 3, 4.

Here again we have a touch of the original picture spoiled by the exaggeration of the copy. Ovid makes Ariadne say:

. . . “ego diffusis erravi sola capillis, “Qualis ab Ogygio concita Baccha Deo.”

But he had better have copied from Catullus.

Nor less than real stone seemed stone to be .

Stanza xxxiv. line 8.

“Quamque lapis sedes, tam lapis ipsa fui.”

Ovid .

“Saxea ut effigies bacchantis prospicit Evoe.”

Catullus .

‘Quanto rectius hic!’

Reclined on Alexandrian carpets rare .

Stanza xxxvii. line 1.

As things often bear the name of the place from which they are received, and not of the country of which they are the production, articles imported from the East were usually called Alexandrian, when Alexandria was the channel through which flowed the commerce of Asia. For this see our chronicles and romances.

You shall in nobler studies be professed, Tutored by her, than bath and costly fare, Song, dance, and perfumes; as how fashioned best, Your thoughts may tower more high than hawks in air; And how some of the glory of the blest You here may in the mortal body share .

Stanza xlvii. lines 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Hitherto the allegory of the Furioso has (I think) justified what I have said respecting this machinery, as employed by Boiardo and Ariosto, in my introduction to the Innamorato. I mean that hitherto it has not been offensively intrusive, and has been always subservient to the objects of poetry. Once suppose the existence of fairies, and every thing about Alcina is natural. The same thing may be predicated of the servants and domestic animals as of the mistress; and the falconer, hawk, dog, and hackney, equally please us in the happy colouring and coherence of the group; but what succeeds these pictures,

. . . “which, daring to depart “From sober truth, are still, to nature true,”

is of a different description, and Ariosto seems to have been seduced into this deviation from his better course by the popularity which Platonism still possessed among the learned in Italy, the spirit of which is embodied in the stanza upon which I am commenting. These doctrines are much too unreal to form part of a circumstantial narrative, the other portions of which, however marvellous, delight us by what may be called their poetical probability; and Logistilla, with her personified hand-maid virtues, Dicilla, &c. with their castle and armament, &c. are a sort of dream which we recognize as such, even while the vision is before our eyes. Spenser, writing in the spirit of his age, unfortunately made this part of the Furioso his model.

But fairies cannot at their pleasure die .

Stanza lxvi. line 8.

In the original,

“Ma le fate morir sempre non ponno,”

which, being literally interpreted, means (as I conceive)

But the fairies cannot always die;

i. e. cannot die when they will . This is not, however, the sense in which the ancient commentators understand it, and the editor of the copy of the Furioso, from which I am translating, says, “ Some noise was made by Nisielli about this expression: ( Fu fatto qualche strepito dal Nisielli su questa espressione ) the meaning of which is, ‘The fairies are always immortal. ’ ” I am at a loss however to know how the words can warrant such a construction as this, and a great living Italian authority justifies that which I have adopted. Moreover, mine is in strict conformity with the ancient opinions of Fatology held during the middle ages, and is not at all at variance (with the peace of the commentators be it said) with the former assertion of the poet. He says: “No fairy dies or can,” while the present heavenly system shall continue; but this does not exclude their dying, like the Scandinavian deities, at some remote period, and after some celestial revolution.

I am, however, considering the system of close translation which I have adopted, more afraid of being blamed for occasional departure from the strict observance of the rules I have proposed to myself than for an exact observance of them. But I will beg the reader to believe that where I do so, it is in preference of the idiomatic spirit of an expression to the literal meaning of the words. To revert to a late instance; Olympia, in canto ix. stanza xxiv . says,

Per un mal ch’io patisco ne vo cento Patir (respondo) e far di tutto il resto .

This far di tutto il resto , I translate, “to hazard all,” such being the real sense of the passage, which is a gamester’s idiom, meaning to risque all for the sake of recovering what he had lost.

Passing the great Quinsay, beheld in air .

Stanza lxxi. line 2.

Ariosto in this and a future passage, where he treats of Asiatic countries, seems to have grafted the discoveries of Marco Polo upon the map of Ptolemy.

That next the royal gonfalon, which stirred By fluttering wind, is borne towards the mount, Which on green field, three pinions of a bird Bears argent, speaks Sir Richard, Warwick’s count .

Stanza lxxviii. lines 1, 2, 3, 4.

In making out the English titles, I have been, I may venture to say, more successful than my predecessors, because they have not even found a key to some of these in the Latin names of provinces or sees adopted by the poet. About some of my translations, where I have not had so good a guide, I am less confident; and those of my readers, who are not accustomed to Italian pronunciation, will probably be less confident of my skill as an interpreter, than I am myself. Such, for instance, referring to the list given of Scottish nobles, may dispute the translation of il conte d’Ottonlei into the Earl of Huntley. But if they will turn to Cooke’s Voyage they will find an illustration of the Italian principle of naturalization of sounds, in the discovery that Opano was the Otaheitan name for Banks.

The men at arms and mounted archers, &c .

Stanza lxxxii. line 2.

Those who have been taught that the strength of the ancient English armies consisted in their infantry, will be startled at the mention of mounted archers; but Ariosto is here perfectly right. The English archer (at least latterly) was mounted; but made use of his horse only as a vehicle, as originally was the practice of the dragoon, who, when in action, fought as a foot-soldier. The English archers, indeed, were the yeomanry of the country, and wholly unlike the naked rabble of peasants, who composed the infantry of the other European nations. Hence they were allowed one horse per man (as we find in Anderson’s History of Commerce), and sixpence a day, at the time of the battle of Agincourt, being one half of the pay of the esquire or man at arms: an allowance which, notwithstanding the depreciation of money, continued to be the stipend of our foot-soldier till within these few years.

The Duke of Rothsay he!

Stanza lxxxiv. line 8.

In the original il duca di Roscia , which may possibly mean Rosshire instead of Rothsay.

In that a leopard in the toils survey, The bearing of the noble Duke of Mar .

Stanza lxxxv. lines 3 and 4.

The original says,

L’ altra bandiera è del duca di Marra Che nel travaglio porta il leopardo.

Here too I may have mistaken the meaning of my text, which possibly means a leopard at bay: but tigers and leopards are often represented as netted in old Asiatic hunting-pieces on tapestry, and a boar in the toils is the armorial bearing of a British family.

With many birds, and many colours gay, See Alcabrun’s, a valiant man in war; Who neither duke, nor count, nor marquis hight, Is in his savage country first of right .

Stanza lxxxv. lines 5, 6, 7, 8.

We have here a short but sufficiently precise description of the chieftain of a clan, whether highlander or borderer: for it is to be observed, that the southern provinces of Scotland, and indeed the neighbouring English counties, afforded the same examples of such a patriarchal species of authority. This seems to have been clearly of Celtic origin: for the English and Scottish borders were, as well as the Highlands, peopled by a tribe of this race, the remnants of Arthur’s kingdom, which extended as far as from North Wales to Cumberland in England, and the parallel counties in Scotland. The cause, however, of clanship being maintained in this line, as well as in the Highlands, is probably to be found in the analogous state of society presented by both districts. Such a custom as clanship would hardly be preserved in any country, after the necessity for it had ceased. Now this had ceased under the increasing civilization of the other Celtic provinces; but was yet in force in those, whose pacification had been retarded by moral or physical accidents. In these, clanship was the best protection which could be had in a state of neighbour warfare .

It may excite surprise that no mention is any where made of the Highland garb, which might have been turned to some account in this picture; but it must be recollected that the Highlanders do not appear to have been much considered in the time of Ariosto; and indeed may be said to have first risen into consideration by the glorious part they played in Montrose’s wars.

The Duke of Strathforth, &c .

Stanza lxxxvi. line 1.

I have here been under the necessity of creating a dukedom. The original says, “Il duca di Trasfordia,” which is clearly an Italianization of the Latin name of Transforthia , applied to a certain district of Scotland, i. e. the parts beyond Forth, for which Albany would be the exact equivalent, but which Ariosto has made another fief, and previously disposed of. I do not know, however, where the term is to be found except in a document belonging to the college of Glasgow, termed the rector’s book, commencing about the year 1450. Here it is enjoined that the rector be chosen by four nations of the matriculated members; and of these, the third is entitled Natio Transforthiana , and described as including omnes partes extra Fortham et Stirling et exteros . Ariosto, who probably received his accounts of North Britain from Scottish students at Padua, appears to have confused the information which he had received from them. But that he, in his æra, should have been studious of such points appears to me infinitely more extraordinary, than that he should not have always duly sifted and separated the knowledge which he had acquired.

By nature enemies to peace, &c .

Stanza lxxxviii. line 8.

This line, in the original,

“Nemica naturalmente della pace,”

is taken from Petrarch , who applies it to the northern nations.

Such Moray’s flag .

Stanza lxxxix. line 7.

In the original Morato . It is hardly necessary to observe, in opposition to the commentators, that these bearings and colours are fanciful.

And saw the fabulous Hibernia, where The goodly sainted elder made the cave .

Stanza xcii. lines 1 and 2.

St. Patrick was supposed to have made a cave, through which was a descent into purgatory for the living sinner, who was desirous of expiating his evil deeds while yet in the flesh; and in the Advocate’s Library at Edinburgh is a curious MS. metrical romance, entitled Owain Miles , which contains an account of all the dreadful trials which Sir Owen underwent with this view. Some extracts of this are given in Sir Walter Scott’s Border Minstrelsy.

Her would Rogero have some statue deemed Of alabaster made, or marble rare, Which to the rugged rock so fastened seemed By the industrious sculptor’s cunning care, But that he saw distinct a tear which streamed Amid fresh opening rose and lily fair, Stand on her budding paps beneath in dew, And that her golden hair dishevelled flew .

Stanza xcvi.

Quaui simul ad duras religatam brachia cautes Vidit Abantiades, nisi quod levis aura capillos Moverat, et tepido manabant lamina fletu, Marmoreum ratus esset opus.— Ovid .

O lady, worthy but those chains to wear, With which love’s faithful servants fettered are .

Stanza xcvii. lines 7 and 8.

So Ovid , in the same place:

Non istis digna catenis, Sed quibus inter se cupidi junguntur amantes.

Like grain Of crimson spreading on an ivory ground .

Stanza xcviii. lines 5 and 6.

Was apparently suggested by Virgil’s

Indum sanguineo veluti violaverit ostro Si quis ebur.

And gladly with her hands her face would hood, Were they not fastened to the rugged stone .

Stanza xcix. lines 1 and 2.

So Ovid .

Manibusque modestos Celasset vultus, si non religata fuisset.

As sped by roaring wind long carack steers From north or south towards her destined port .

Stanza c. lines 3 and 4.

Again from Ovid ,

Ecce velut navis præfixo concita rostro Sulcat aquas, juvenum sudantibus acta lacertis.

The orc, who sees the moving shadow sail Of those huge pinions on the sea below .

Stanza cii. lines 3 and 4.

Et in æquore summo Umbra viri visa est; visam fera sævit in umbram.

Ovid

As eagle, that amid her downward flight, Beholds amid the grass a snake unrolled, Or where she smoothes upon a sunny height Her ruffled plumage, and her scales of gold, Assails it not inhere prompt with poisonous bite To hiss and creep, but with securer hold Gripes it behind, and either pinion clangs, Lest it should turn and wound her with its fangs .

Stanza ciii.

Utque Jovis præpes vacuo cum vidit in arvo Præbentem Phœbo liventia terga draconem, Occupat aversum, et neu sæva retorqueat ora Squamigeris avidos figit cervicibus ungues.

Ovid

With suchlike warfare is the mastiff vext By the bold fly .

Stanza cv. lines 1 and 2.

Notwithstanding the example of Pope , who has changed a fly into a hornet, for the more ‘dignifying of the matter,’ as Master Matthew phrases it, I have ventured to call a fly a fly. In a note, which shows how much Pope was influenced by the taste of his times, he apologises for the change, and it is to be regretted that so many such sacrifices were ex torted from this admirable poet. What (to return to that before us) can be more ridiculous than the substitution of a hornet, whose attack is short and severe, for Homer’s fly, by whose restless importunity, weak agent as it was, he intended to illustrate the sort of vexatious and persevering hostility which was to be waged by Menelaus against Hector?

This note may come in support of some observations, which I have risked, in a former comment upon the infidelity of our most popular translators.

That he shall vainly covet gourd or skiff .

Stanza cvi. line last.

In the original,

Che brami in vano avere o zucca o schifo.

Gourds were apparently in Ariosto’s time used in Italy for the same purpose as corks are at present by us.

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THE ORLANDO FURIOSO.

CANTO XI.

ARGUMENT.

Assisted by the magic ring she wears,

Angelica evanishes from view.

Next in a damsel, whom a giant bears

Beneath his arm, his bride Rogero true

Beholds, Orlando to the shore repairs,

Where the fell orc so many damsels slew;

Olympia frees, and spoils the beast of life:

Her afterwards Oberto takes to wife.

THE ORLANDO FURIOSO.

CANTO XI.

I.

Although a feeble rein, in mid career, Will oft suffice to stop courageous horse; ’Tis seldom Reason’s bit will serve to steer Desire, or turn him from his furious course, When pleasure is in reach: like headstrong bear, Whom from the honeyed meal ’tis ill to force, If once he scent the tempting mess, or sup A drop, which hangs upon the luscious cup.

II.

What reason then Rogero shall withhold From taking with Angelica delight,— That gentle maid, there naked in his hold, In the lone forest, and secure from sight? Of Bradamant he thinks not, who controlled His bosom erst: and foolish were the knight, If thinking of that damsel as before, By this he had not set an equal store;

III.

Warmed by whose youthful beauties, the severe Xenocrates would not have been more chaste . The impatient Child had dropt both shield and spear, And hurrying now his other arms uncased; When, casting down her eyes in shame and fear, The virtuous ring upon her finger placed, Angelica descried, and which of yore From her Brunello in Albracca bore.

IV.

This is the ring she carried into France , When thither first the damsel took her way; With her the brother, bearer of the lance, After, the paladin, Astolpho’s prey. With this she Malagigi’s spells and trance Made vain by Merlin’s stair; and on a day Orlando freed, with many knights and good, From Dragontina’s cruel servitude:

V.

With this passed viewless from the turret-cell, Where her that bad old man had mewed; but why Recount its different wonders, if as well You know the virtues of the ring as I? From her this even in her citadel, His monarch Agramant to satisfy, Brunello took: since when she had been crost By Fortune, till her native realm was lost.

VI.

Now that she this upon her hand surreys, She is so full of pleasure and surprise, She doubts it is a dream, and, in amaze, Hardly believes her very hand and eyes. Then softly to her mouth the hoop conveys, And, quicker than the flash which cleaves the skies, From bold Rogero’s sight her beauty shrowds, As disappears the sun, concealed in clouds.

VII.

Yet still Rogero gazed like wight distraught, And hurried here and there with fruitless speed: But when he had recalled the ring to thought, Foiled and astounded, cursed his little heed. And now the vanished lady, whom he sought, Of that ungrateful and discourteous deed Accusing stood, wherewith she had repaid, (Unfitting recompense) his generous aid.

VIII.

“Ungrateful damsel! and is this the pay “You render for the service done?” (said he) “Why rather would you steal my ring away “Than have it as a welcome gift from me? “Not only this, (but use me as you may) “I, and my shield and courser, yours shall be; “So you no more conceal your beauteous cheer. “Cruel, though answering not, I know you hear.”

IX.

So saying, like one blind, with bootless care, Feeling his way about the fount he strayed. How often he embraced the empty air, Hoping in this to have embraced the maid! Meanwhile, now far removed, the flying fair Had halted not, till to a cave conveyed. Formed in a mountain was that harbour rude; Spacious, and for her need supplied with food.

X.

’Twas here an aged herdsman, one who tended A numerous troop of mares, had made his won: These, seeking pasture, through the valley wended, Where the green grass was fed by freshening run: While stalls on either side the cave, defended His charge from the oppressive noon-tide sun; Angelica, within, that livelong day, Unseen of prying eyes, prolonged her stay;

XI.

And about evening, when refreshed with rest And food, she deemed her course she might renew; In certain rustic weeds her body dressed: How different from those robes of red, or blue, Green, yellow, purple, her accustomed vest, So various in its fashion, shape, and hue! Yet her not so that habit misbecame, But that she looked the fair and noble dame.

XII.

Then Phillis’ and Neæra’s praise forbear, And ye who sing of Amaryllis cease, Or flying Galatæa , not so fair, Tityrus and Melibæus, with your peace! ’Twas here the beauteous lady took a mare, Which liked her best, of all that herd’s increase. Then, and then first conceived the thought, again To seek in the Levant her antient reign.

XIII.

This while Rogero, after he had passed Long space in hope the maid might re-appear, Awakened from his foolish dream at last, And found she was not nigh, and did not hear. Then to remount his griffin-courser cast, In earth and air accustomed to career. But, having slipt his bit, the winged horse Had towered and soared in air a freer course.

XIV.

To his first ill addition grave and sore Was to have lost the bird of rapid wing, Which he no better than the mockery bore Put on him by the maid; but deeper sting Than this or that, implants, and pains him more, The thought of having lost the precious ring; Not for its power so much, esteemed above Its worth, as given him by his lady-love.

XV.

Afflicted beyond measure, he, with shield Cast on his shoulder, and new-cased in mail, Left the sea-side, and through a grassy field Pursued his way, towards a spacious vale: Where he beheld a path, by wood concealed, The widest and most beaten in the dale. Nor far had wound the closest shades within, Ere on his right he heard a mighty din.

XVI.

He heard a din, and fearful clashing sound Of arms, and hurrying on with eager pace ’Twixt tree and tree, two furious champions found, Waging fierce fight in close and straightened place: Who to each other (warring on what ground I know not) neither showed regard nor grace. The one a giant was of haughty cheer, And one a bold and gallant cavalier.

XVII.

Covered with shield and sword, one, leaping, sped Now here now there, and thus himself defended, Lest a two-handed mace upon his head Should fall, with which the giant still offended—: On the field lay his horse, already dead. Rogero paused, and to the strife attended: And straight his wishes leant towards the knight, Whom he would fain see conqueror in the fight:

XVIII.

Yet not for this would lend the champion aid, But to behold the cruel strife stood nigh. Lo! a two-handed stroke the giant made Upon the lesser warrior’s casque, and by The mighty blow the knight was overlaid: The other, when astound he saw him lie, To deal the foe his death, his helm untied, So that the warrior’s face Rogero spied.

XIX.

Of his sweet lady, of his passing fair, And dearest Bradamant Rogero spies The lovely visage, of its helmet bare; Towards whom, to deal her death, the giant hies: So that, advancing with his sword in air, To sudden battle him the Child defies. But he, who will not wait for new alarm, Takes the half-lifeless lady in his arm,

XX.

And on his shoulder flings and bears away; As sometimes wolf a little lamb will bear, Or eagle in her crooked claws convey Pigeon, or such-like bird, through liquid air . Rogero runs with all the speed he may, Who sees how needed is his succour there. But with such strides the giant scours the plain, Him with his eyes the knight pursues with pain.