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Spite of the league, he makes proud Milan bend,
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,
950 And Prospero Colonna near commands, Through him th’llelvetian makes his swift return,
Through him the Franks their former triumphs mourn.
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:
385 One camp at Pavia broken; one whose course Is bent for Pavia, Quindles in its sorce;
Cut from supplies, it halts in middle way,
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.
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,
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.