Spite of the league, he makes proud Milan bend,
And there in young Sforzesco finds a friend.
See! Bourbon, when the Belgian troops advance,
Defends the city for the king of France.

Behold where now on other thoughts intent,
King Francis ponders many a great event,
His people's cruelty and pride unknown,
That lost him soon fair Milan's conquer'd town.
Another Francis see, alike in name

320 And virtue to his great forefather's fame. The Franks expell’d, he wins his native soil, And holy church rewards his pious toil. France turns again, but on Ticino's shores Brave Mantua's duke repels th’advancing powers: 325 And Frederic, ere his cheek unfiedg’d displays The bloom of manhood, merits lasting praise : He with his sword and lance, with every art Of war, that makes the soldier's noblest part, Can Pavia's walls defend from Gallic rage,

330 And Leo's fury on the seas engage.

Ver. 314. Sce! Bourbon,-] Ferrando, king of Spain, being dead, the emperor Maximilian invaded Lombardy with fourteen thousand

itzers and seven thousand Belgians, with an intention of laying siege to Milan, defended by Trivulzio and Charles of Bourbon.


Ver. 320. Another Francis see,-..] The emperor Charles V. made a league with pope Leo, in order to drive the French out of Milan, and restore Francisco Sforza, nephew of the first Francis, and son of Ludovico il Moro. The French were become odious to the Milanese from the pride of Lautrec and his brother. Sforza at length engaging Lautrec, put him to flight, and entering the city by night, was nade duke,


Then two, that bear the rank of marquis, stand,
Our dread, and glory of th' Italian land.
Both from one blood, both own one natal earths :
The first from that Alphonso drew his birth; 335
The marquis taken in the negro's soil
Whose blood thou see'st distain the mourning toil.
Bchold how by his prudent counsels given,
From Italy th' invading Franks are driven.
The second chief, whose noble mien declares 310
Ilis noble sonl, the rule o'er Vasto bears,
Alphonso nam':---lo! this the gallani knight
Whose form so late I pointed to your sight
In Ischia’s isle, of whom the sage of old
To royal Pharamond so much foretola;

Whose birth high Ileaven to distant time delay'd
When harass'l Italy requires his aid;
What time ibc holy church and empire most
Such valour claim against a barbarous host;
He with his linsman of Pescara stands;

950 And Prospero Colonna near commands, Through him th’llelvetian makes his swift return,

Through him the Franks their former triumphs mourn.
Delol! again her arnies France address
With buiter hope to heal her ill success.

335 One camp the king in Lombardy extends; And one, prepar'd for Naple's siego, he sends:

Ver. 351. Bchcid again her armies...] King Francis resolving to recover the Duchy of Milan, passed into Lombardy with a great army, when all submited to himn except Padua ; but being attacked in the nigh' by the Marquisses of Pescara and Vasto, he was vanquished and made prisoner, though aliarwaids set at liberty mpona giving up his sons for hostages.


But she * (hy whom the hopes of human kind:
Are tost like chaff, that flits before tlie wind;
Like grains of sand, that whirling round and round, 500
The tempest lifts, or scatters o'er the ground)
His every purpose foils---while at his call
He deems that thousands wait near Pavia’s wall,
The monarch little heeds the war's array,
Nor marks how ranks increase, or ranks decay, 365
By selfish counsellors himself deceiv'd
The simple dictates of his heart believ'd;
Hence, when at night the camp was rouz’d to arms,
The bands but thinly answer'd to th’alarms;
The wary Spaniards in their works they view, 370
In dread assault, who bring the generous two
Of Avolo's high blood, with them to dare
The fiercest terrors of invasive war.
Behold the noblest of the race of France
Stretch'd on the plain---behold how many a lance, 375
How many a sword the dauntiess king defies :
Behold beneath him slain his courser lies!
On foot he combats, bath'il in hostile blood:
But virtue, that superior force has stood,
At length to numbers yield---behold him made 380
A prisoner now, and now to Spain convey’d.
Pescara thus the honours shall divide
With him that ever battles at his side:
With Vasto's lon such wreaths Pescara gains,
A host defeated and a king in chains.

385 One camp at Pavia broken; one whose course Is bent for Pavia, Quindles in its sorce;

* Fortune

Cut from supplies, it halts in middle way,
Like dying flames when oil and wax decay.
Lo! where the king in Spanish prison leaves 390
His sons, while him once more his land receives;
And while in Italy the war he bears,
On his own realm another war prepares.
What devastation and what slaughter spread
On every side, have Rome's distraction bred !

All laws are trampled, human and divine,
Virgins are forc'd, and burnt the sacred shrine !
The camp beholds the league in ruin fall,
Each tumult hears, yet, deaf to honour's call,
Shrinks from the field, and leaves to hostile hands 100
Great Peter's successor in shameful bands.
The king has, by Lotrecco led, combin'd
His force, no more on Lombardy design'd:
But from profane and impions power to free
The head and members of the holy see.

405 He finds the pontiff freed, besieg’d the town Where lies the Syren, and the realm o'erthrown. Behold th' imperial ships the harbour leave, Their succour for the town besieg'd to give : Behold where Dorea sails their force to meet,

410 Who sinks and burns and breaks their scatter'd feet.

Ver: 39+.

What devastation.--) In this passage the poet describes the miserable sack of Rome, and the taking of the chief pontiff Clement VII. by the Belgian soldiers, under the cominand of Bourbon.

Purcacchi. Ver. 407.

Where lies the Syren...) By this city he means Naplez, anciently called Parthenope, fion ü nanie of one of the Syrens, said to have been buried there.

Porcocchi. Ver, 410. Behold where Dorea --- ] He alludes here to the great naval engagement at Cupe d'Orso, between the Imperialists and

See Fortune shifts at length her changeful face,
Till now so friendly to the Gallic race;
For slain by fevers, not by sword or lance,
Of thousands scarce a man revisits France.

Such were the story'd deeds that brightly glow'd
In magic tints by Merlin's art bestow'd:
Here long to tell---each guest with new delight
Return’d to gaze, unsated with the sight,
And oft beneath they read each subject told 420
In characters of fair-recording gold.
The beauteous dames and all the social crew
Beguild with talk the hours that swifter fiew;
At length the castle's lord to welcome rest,
With honour due, conducted every guest.

425 Now all the house to balmy sleep resign’d, On her soft couch the martial fair reclin'd, Oft chang'd from right to left her weary side, But still in vain to soothe her cares she try'd : Till near the dawn she clos'd awhile her eyes, 430 When to her sight Rogero seem'd to rise, And thus to speak--Ah! wherefore now complain Of lying tales and waste thy youth in vain? First shalt thou see the rivers backward fow, Ere for another I thy love forego.

435 When thee I scorn---no longer I delight In vital air, or cheering rays of sight! Then thus he seem'd to say--- Behold me here T'embrace that faith which Christain knights revere,

the French, while Naples was besieged, when the French fleet was commanded by Count Philip Dorea, who lield the pl ce of Andrew Dorea, of whom so much is said in the xrth Book.


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