'Tis thus, unrecompens'd, we can sustain
A length of service, while the hopes remain

That every year of loyal duty past
Shall find, though late, its full reward at last:
Remembrance still of once corroding cares,
Repulse, disdain, all that a lover hears
To rend his soul, gives jįy a double zest,

25 When joy renews the sunshine of the breast. But if that plague, from hell's dire mansion brought, Infects with deadly bine the secret thought, Thenceforth shall pleasure woo the sense in vain, All pleasure then corrupted turns to pain.

30 Lo! this the fatal stroke, the venom'd wound, For which no salve, no med'cine can be found. Ilere nought avails---nor verse, nor sage's care, Nor long observance of a kindly star : Nor all ili' experienc'ul charms approv'd of yore 35 By Zoroaster sail'd in m:gic lore. jealousy! that every woc exceeds, And soon to destithe wretched sufferer leads : Thou canst with cruel talsehood reason blind, end burst inne closest ties that hold mankind. O jealousy in whose dire tempest tost, Ilas hapless Bradanianí cach comfort lost!

speak not here of thoughts that first depress'd With tender loubts and fears, her virgin breast, from what Ilippalca and her brother said;

45 But heavier tidings to her cars convey'd By later nicans; sueh tidings as in woe Plung d ber more deep, which soon the Muse shall show.

Ver. 36. By Zoroaster shill'ii2 magic lore. Zoroaster, a king of the Bactrians, famous for his knowledge in the occult sciences.


But to Rinaldo now I turn the strain,
Who led to Paris' walls his martial tr:in.

Next day, at evening close, a knighi they spy'ri
Advancing near, a damsel at his side:
Black was his surcoat, black his mourutul sriek!,
Save that a bend of argent cross') the fiel.
He Richardetto challeng'd to the course,
Who by his aspect seem'd a chief oi force;
And he, who paus'd not, when to combat dard,
Wheel'd round his steed, and for the tilt prepar'd.
No further parley held; with equal speed
These noble knights, to win the victor's meed, 60
Together rush'd: apart Rinaldo stood,
And, with his warlike friends, th' encounter view'.
Firm let me guide the spear,

and soon I trust
To stretch my rival headlong in the dust--
Thus to himself bold Richardetto thought,

But different far his adverse fortune wrought.
Full on his helm, beneath the vizor's siylit
With such a fury drove the stranger-knight,
He bore him from the seat, with matchless strength,
Beyond his courser twice the lance's length.

T'avenge the fall Alardo turn'd his rein
With ready speed, but sudden on the plain
Senseless he fell: so cruel was the stroke,
Through plated shield the thundering weapon broke,
Full soon his spear in rest Guichardo held,
Who view'd his brethren prostrate on the field? ;
Though loud Rinaldo cry'd---Forbear the fight,
To me the third attempt belongs by right.

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Ver. 19. But to Rinaldo now.-- ] He returns to Bradanant, Beuk Xxxii, ver, 71,

Thus he: but while he stood with helm unlac'd,
Guichardo eager, with preventive haste,

Tl'encounter dar'd; nor better could maintain
Ilis seat, but with his brethren press’d the plain.
With emulation next their force to prove,
Nichardo, Vivian, Malagigi move:
But now prepar'i, Rinaldo first address'd

85 Ilis ready weapons and their speed repress’d. Time summons us (he cries) to Paris' walls; And ill it seems, when such high duty calls, To loiter here---nor will I wait (he said) Till each of you by turns on carth is laid.

90 This to himself he spoke, which loud proclaim'd llad touch'd his comrades, and their courage

sham'd. Each warrior now had measur'd on the field The

space run, and each his courser whcel’d. Rinaldo fell not, for his single hand

93 Compris’d the strength of all the knightly band : Like brittle glass the spears in shivers broke; Yet shrunk not back tlie warriors from the stroke One foot, one inch---while with the sudden force Driven on his crupper fell cach warriox horse: 100 But swift Bayardo rose, as strist pursu'd Ilis interrupted course with speed renew’d: Not so the adverse steed, that tumbling prone lIis shoulder lux'd and broke his spinal bone. The champion, who his slaughter'd courser view'd, 105 llis stirrups left, and soon dismounted stood, To Amon's gallant son (whom near he spy'd With hand unarm’d in sign of truce) he cry’d.

Sir knight! the trusty steed that lifeless here Lies by thy force, I beld, while living, dear; 110





And knighthood sure must feel a deadly stain,
To let him thus without revenge be slain.
Come on---exert thy skill, thy utmost might,
For thou and I must prove a closer fight.
Rinaldo then---If for thy courser dead,
And this alone, thou to the strife art led,
Dismiss thy care---and one from me receive,
Equal to him whose death thou seem'st to grieve.
Ill dost thou judye (the stranger thus rejoin’dl)
If for a courser's loss thou think'st my mind
So sore distress’d---hear what I now demand---
As fits a knight, with sword to sword in hand,
To prove thy further nerve---if thou as well
Canst wield thy weapon, or canst mine excel.
Then, as thou wilt, on foot, or from the steed
Pursue the fight, but let the fight succeed.
I ask but this---be each advantage thine,
So much I thirst to match thy arm with mine.

Thus he, nor in suspense Rinaldo stay'l---
The battle claim'd I here engage (he said)
And to remove thy doubts of this my train,
Let all depart and I alone remain.
One only page I here retain, to hold
My trusty steed---So spoke the baron bold,
And as he spoke, dismiss'd his noble band :
They part observant to their lord's command.
The courtesy by good Rinaldo shown,
Claim'd all the praises of the knight unknown.
The Paladin alighting, with the rein
Entrusts his page Bayardo to detain.
And when no more his standard he beheld,
Already now far distant on the field,




This rulicr tirin erbracing, from his side
(- drow tìc file hion, and the knight dety'!.
Tus was the right begun, and ne'er between

o tvile chieti wa: (itallier combat seen :
Diada de lo ditem'il ai iirst t! opponent's strength
Will?:12v ihs: trii iv sich dangerous length.
By ito, huge strokes they give, by turns receive;
Sad neither yet has cause t'esult or grieve,
Gith valor shll combines; and wide around
Lole, does spread the ber'i armour's so!

Perem: :: 10 carth their lives shickis ihes end,
Lly lie the mail, it'l.? pl'18 üsunder rend.
itre less i.nporis tim?o reach ile foe,

137 Then well-tollzlit art to wari tuch coming blow; D'lere both social in the dangerous strite, The first mistale migiit hazard fame and lite. Thus held the fight, till in his wavy bed The sinking sun had veil'd his golden head, 100 And now from shore to shore's extremest bound, Night's sable shade liad veil'd th' horizon round. No rest each warrior knows---110 little cause Can siay that sword wliich rival glory draws: That sword which rancour nor revenge could raise 100 To mortul arms, but restless thirst of praise.

Meantime Rivallo pouinte in his thought That imkowa wirior so undaunted fought, Vi ho noi une vithetool his dicacest night, Biit oft his life endinger'il in the fight;

170 And now he gladly would the comiat cerse, (Did fame permit) and join their haus in praca. Not less the stranger-knight (who little knew That he, i ho gainst him now liis cabal drowy

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