Spite of the league, he makes proud Milan bend, $15 King Francis ponders many a great event, His people's cruelty and pride unknown, That lost him soon fair Milan's conquer'd town. ' 320 And virtue to his great forefather's fame. The Franks expell'd, he wins his native soil, France turns again, but on Ticino's shores Brave Mantua's duke repels th' advancing powers: 325 330 Ver. 314. See! Bourbon,-] Ferrando, king of Spain, being dead, the emperor Maximilian invaded Lombardy with fourteen thousand Switzers and seven thousand Belgians, with an intention of laying siege to Milan, defended by Trivulzio and Charles of Bourbon. Eugenico. 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 made duke. Eugenico. Then two, that bear the rank of marquis, stand, Both from one blood, both own one natal earth : Whose blood thou see'st distain the mourning toil.. Whose birth high Heaven to distant time delay'd 335 340 3.15 What time the holy church and empire most Such valour claim against a barbarous host; 350 And Prospero Colonna near commands. Through him th' Helvetian makes his swift return, Through him the Franks their former triumphs mourn. Behold again her arinies France address With better hope to heal her ill success. One camp the king in Lombardy extends; And one, prepar'd for Naple's siege, he sends: 355 Ver. 354. Behold again her armics--] King Francis resolving to recover the Duchy of Milan, passed into Lombardy with a great army, when all submitted to him except Padua; but being attacked in the night by the Marquisses of Pescara and Vasto, he was vanquished and made prisoner, though afterwards set at liberty upon. giving up his sons for hostages. Eugenico.. But she* (by whom the hopes of human kind' He deems that thousands wait near Pavia's wall, 365 The simple dictates of his heart believ'd; Behold the noblest of the race of France 370 Stretch'd on the plain--behold how many a lance, 375 380 With him that ever battles at his side: 385 * Fortune. Cut from supplies, it halts in middle way, Like dying flames when oil and wax decay. 390 His sons, while him once more his land receives; On his own realm another war prepares. 395 On every side, have Rome's distraction bred ! The king has, by Lotrecco led, combin'd 405 410 Who sinks and burns and breaks their scatter'd fleet. Ver. 391. 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 command of Bourbon. Porcacchi. Ver. 407. Where lies the Syren--] By this city he means Naples, anciently called Parthenope, from a name of one of the Syrens, said to have been buried there. Porcacchi. Ver, 410. Behold where Dorea] He alludes here to the great naval engagement at Cape d'Orso, between the Imperialists and See Fortune shifts at length her changeful face, For slain by fevers, not by sword or lance, The beauteous dames and all the social crew Now all the house to balmy sleep resign'd, 415 420 425 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 flow, 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 held the place of Andrew Dorea, of whom so much is said in the xvth Book. Porcacchi, |