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That you may still unsully'd keep my naine,
Nor with suspicion wrong my spotless fame!

Struck with the vision, Sacripant amaz’d
On fair Angelica in rapture gaz’d) :
Not with such joy a mother views again

Her darling offspring, deem'd in battle slain,
Who saw the troops without him home return'd,
And long his loss with tears maternal mourn’d.
The lover now advanc'd with eager pace,
To clasp his fair one with a warm embrace : 380
While she, far distant from her native seat,
Refus'd not thus her faithful knight to meet,
With whom she hop'd ere long her ancient realms to

Then all her story she at full express’d,
Ev'n from the day, when urg’d by her request,

He parted, succours in the east to gain
From fam'd Gradasso king of Sericane:
How great Orlando did her steps attend,
And safe from danger and mischance defend;
While, as she from her birth had kept unstain'd 990
Her virgin fame, he still that fame maintain'd.

This might be true, but one discreet and wise,
Would scarcely credit such a fond surmise:
Yet Sacripant with ease the maid believ'd,
For mighty Love had long his sense deceiv'd: 395
Love, what we see, can from our sight remove,
And things invisible are seen by Love.

Ver. 335. --when urg'd by her request,] Alluding to a passage in Boyardo.

What though Anglante's knight so long forbore To seize the blest occasion in his power : (Thus to himself in secret spoke the knight) 400 Shall I so coldly fortune's gifts requite ? Or e’er repent I slighted beauty's charms When the glad hour bad giv'n them to my arms! No-let me crop the fresh, the morning rose, Whose budding leaves untainted sweets disclose. 105 Milst all disguise, full well the fair approve The soft, the pleasing violence of love. Then let no forg'd complaints my soul affright, Nor threatenings rob me of the wish'd delight.

Ile said; and for the soft attack prepard : 410 But soon a loud and sudden noise was heard : The noise, resounding from the ncighbouring grove, Compe!!' the knight to quit his task of love: His ready helmet on his head he plac'd ; His other parts in shining steel were cas'd:

415 Again with curbing bit his steed he rein’d, Remounted swiftly and his lance regain'd. Now, issuing from the wood, a knight is seen Of warlike semblance and commanding mien: Of dazzling white the furniture he wears,

420 And in his casque a snowy plume he bears. But Sacripant, whom amorous thoughts employ, Defrauded of his love and promis’d joy, Beholds th' intruding champion from afar With haughty looks, and eyes that menace war. 425 Approaching nearer he defies his force, And hopes to hurl him headlong from his horse :

Ver. 398.---Anglante's knight---] Orlando, lord of Anglante.

With threatening words the stranger makes return,
Wiih cqual confidence and equal scorn:
Ai once he spoke, and to the combat prens'il, 430
his courser spurrd and plar'd his lance in rent:
King Sacripant return’d with eftial speed;
And each on euch impeli'd his rapid steed.
Not lulls or lions thus the battle wale
With iceth and horns, in mutual blood and runn, 43,
As fought these eager warriors in the field:
Each forceful javelin piered the other's shield
With hideous crash; the dreadful clanvors rise',
Swell from the vales, and echo to the skies!
Through cither's breast had piere's the pointed wood, 110
But the well-temper'd plates the femre with:100d,
The fiery coursers, long to battle brel,
Like butting rams, encounter' liead to head.
The stranger's with the shock began to recl,
But soon recover'd with the goring stori;

417 While on the ground the Pagan's breathle-s fell, A beast that, living, serv'l his master wel.

The knight unknown, bcholding on the med
Ilis foe lie crush'd beneath the slaughter'd sterei,
And deeming here no further glory due,
Resolu'd no more the contest to renew;
But turning swift, again pursu'd his way,
And left the fierce ('ircassian where he lay.
As when, thc thunder o’er, the other clears,
Slow rising from the stroke the binl appears,

Where stretch'd he lay all senseless on the plain,
Where fast beside him lay his oxen slain;
And see the pine, that once had rais’d in air
Its stately branches, now of honours bare :


So rose the Pagan from the fatal place,

460 His mistress present

the dire disgrace.
He sigh’d full deeply from his inmost heart,
Not for a wounded limb, or outward smart;
But shame alone his tortur'd bosom tore,
A shame like this he ne'er confess'd before;

And more he sorrow'd, when the damsel freed
His limbs encumber'd from the murder'd steed;
Long time he silent stood with downcast look,
Till first Angelica the silence broke.

She thus began: Let not my lord bemoan 470 His courser's fatal error, not his own; For him had grassy mead been fitter far, Or stalls with grain surcharg'd, than feats of war ! Yet little praise awaits yon haughty knight, Nor can he justly glory in his might;

475 For he, methinks, may well be said to yield, Who first forsakes the fight and flies the field.

With words like these the drooping king she cheard, When from the woods a messenger appear’d; Tir’d with a length of way he seem'd to ride, His crooked horn and wallet at his side: When now, approaching to the Pagan knight, He ask'd if he had seen, with buckler white, And snowy plumage o'er his crest display’d, A warrior passing through the forest shade. 435 To whom thus Sacripant in brief again; The knight you seek has stretch'd me on the plain : But now he parted hence; to him I owe My sham'd defeat, nor yet my victor know. I shall not, since you wish me to reveal,

490 (Reply'd the messenger) your foe conceal:


Know then, the fall you suffer'd in the fight,
A gallant virgin gave, unmatch'd in might,
Of fame for deeds of arms, of greater fame
For beauteous form, and Bradamant her name. 493

He said; and turn’d his courser from the place:
The Saracen, o'erwhelm'd with new disgrace,
All mute with conscious shame, dejected stood,
While o'er his features flush'd the mantling blood;
Till to the damsel's steed the knight address’d 500
His silent steps, and now the saddle press’d;
Then plac’d the fair Angelica behind,
Resolv'd some more secure retreat to find.

Ere far they rode, they heard a trampling sound, That all the forest seem'd to shake around:

505 They look, and soon a stately steed behold, Whose costly trappings shine with burnish'd gold; He leaps the steepy mounds, and crossing foods, And bends before his way the crashing woods. Unless the mingled houghs, with dusky shadle, 510 Deceive my erring sight (exclaim'd the maid) I see Bayardo in yon gallant horse, That through the woodland breaks his sounding course : One palfrey could but ill two riders bear, And fortune sends him to relieve our care.

515 King Sacripant, alighting on the plain, Drew near, and thought secure to seize the rein;

Ver. 512.--- Bayardo---] Many wonders are told in the romances of this horse. It is said that he was found by Malagigi in a grotto, together with a sirit of armour and the sword Fusberta, all under the guard of a horrible serpent, and that by his magic art he got possession of, and gave them to Rinaldo, See Innamoramento di Rinaldo, c. iv.

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