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That you may still unsully'd keep my naine,
Struck with the vision, Sacripant amaz’d
This might be true, but one discreet and wise,
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,
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
So rose the Pagan from the fatal place,
460 His mistress present
the dire disgrace.
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,
He said; and turn’d his courser from the place:
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.