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Iy promise keep---chidle not my long delay,
For other wounds than love have citlis'il my stay.

At this her slumber fled, and with it flew
Hur deur Romero from her longing view:
The damsel then her heavy griei renew'd,
And thus in secret her complaint pursu’d.

What gives me joy, to lying dreams I owe,
What gives me pain, from waking truths I know.
As shadows vain my fleeting hili-s remores;
But, ah! my constant woe no sharlow proves.
Why flies, alas! from waking eye or ear,
What late I seem'd to see, wisat late to hear?
What are ye, wretched eyes! that closel can slow
Each wish’l-for jor, and open but 10 vive?
Sleep soothes with bope of peace my future life,
But when I wake, I wake to pain and strife.
Sweet sleep, alas! such fancy'd peace can make,
But soon to truth and wretchedness I wake.
If sorrow sprins froin truth, from falsehood joy,
One'er may truth these eyes, these ears employ!
To pleasure since I sleep, and wake to pain,
O! let me sleep, and never wake again.
Thrice happy you, among the bestial kind,
For six long months to quiet rest tonsigu’l:
Dees such a state as mine deatli's imaze give?
I wake, alas! tu dic, but sleep to live.

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Ver. 152. What core ye, üretched eyes !... This speech of Bradamant abouncis will thinile puerile Chiesa in vl:ich the rio noi that age, and particularly the Italians, S') moet delightesi. In this reperi even Tass;'), in other parts so truly clasical, is equally funny with Ariosto: we see nothing of this kind in Ilomer or Virgil.

It death inderd resembles such reposc,
Come, welcome Death, these eyes tür ever close !

Now in the cilat the sun his beains had shed,
And tiny'd the vaponry clouds with blushing red,
Bright and more bright clius'd the golden ray; 470
And gave the promise of a fairer duy;
When, starting from her short and troubled rest,
Soon Bradlimant her limbs in armour dress'd;
And grateful thanks return'd the courteous lord
For every honour at his bed and board.

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Already now th' ambassadress she found
Who with her squires and dames attending round,
Had left the lodge, and issu'd at the gate,
Where stood the three her coming thence to wait,
Where till the morn their irksome hours they pass'ı, 480
Their loosc teeth chattering to the chilly blast;
Drench'd in the rain, and every need dery'd,
No food to knight, nor food to steed supply'u,
Battering the slimy soil---but o'er the rest
This dire reflection pain'd each wretched breast, 185
That she the witness of their luchess chance
Would bear the tatal tidings back from France;
And to their queen atur': the story tell,
Ilow, the first spear they met at tilt, they fell.
They now resolv'd to die or heal their shame, 490
That so Ulania (such the virgin's name
Till now untold) might banish from her thought
What ill effect their late defeat had wrought.

When issuing from the casile they descry'd
Brave Amon's daughter, each again defy’u
The generous dame, nor decm'd a maid to find
Where every act proclaim'd a manly kind.

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Of stay impatient, Bradamant refus'd
T' accept their joust, but every art they us'd
To fire her ardor, till the martial fair

500 No longer could unblam'd the course forbear. Her

spear she levels, with three strokes she sends
The three to earth; and thus the contest ends.
No more she turn'd, but eager pursue
Her purpos'd journey, vanish'd from their view. 505

The hapless three who came so far to gain
The golden shield, rose slowly froin the plain,
While lost in shame, and speechless with surprise,
Each from Ulania turn'd his downcast eyes.
How oft with her, as from Islanda's coast

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They voyag'd, each had made his haughty boast,
That not a knight or Paladin should stand
The least of these in battle hand to hand.
And now the virgin further to depress
Their courage, baffled by their ill success,

515 And quench their pride, declar'd that not the force Of knight or Paladin had won the course; But that a female arm (in fight renown'd) Had hurld each mighty champion to the ground. What think ye, since a virgin could suffice

520 T' unhorse three knights like you (Ulania cries) Must great Orlando or Rinaldo prove So justly held all martial names above? Did one of these possess the golden shield, Say, would ye better then maintain the field,

525 Than with a woman here---but well I guess That each will now th’ungrateful truth confess. Then cease--nor further seek t essay your might, For he, who rashly dares through Trance invite

A second proof, may rusii on greater harms 530
To blot with new disgrace his boasted arms:
Unless perchance he blest that fate may call,
Which gives him by such valorous hands to fall.

When thus Ulania show'd a woman's power
Had stain'd their glory, never stain'd before, 535
When many a squire, and many a damsel near,
Confirm'd a truth each warrior blush'd to hear;
Such shame, such anguish, every knight impressid,
As urg'd at first against its master's breast
To turn the steel--and now with frantic haste 540
Each from his limbs the plate and mail unbrac'd;
Each from his side ungirt the falchion drew,
And in the castle's moat the weapon threw,
And vow'd one year despoil'd of arms, to lead
A life of penance for the shameful deed;

515 From place to place forlorn on foot to stray Through rocky paths, rough hills, or thorny way; Nor when the year should run its circling race, To mount the courser or the cuirass lace, Unless his valour first should win by force

550 The shining armour and the warrior horse. And hence on foot, at fair Ulania's side They wait to punish their o'erweening pride: The rest in meet array and glittering splendor ride. Now Bradamant to Paris urg'd her way,

555 And reach'd a castle at declining day, Where first the news she heard that Afric's bands Where quell’d by Charles and her brave brother's hands.

Ver. 53t. ------and glittering splendor ride.] Ulania appears again, Book xxvii. ver. 105, and these three kings are inentioned in the same book,

Jlcre treatmeni fair she met at bed and board,
But this to her can little ease afford;

560 Lost is her appetite for food and rest, Aud gentle peace is banish'd from her breast.

Yet let me not so far her tale pursue As not again those noble knights to view, Who each, by compact meeting, fast beside 565 A lonely fount his beast securely ty’d. Their battle, which the muse prepares to tell, Was not in wealth or empire to excel, But to decide who victor from the plain Should Durindana and Bayardo gain.

570 Without a trumpet's breath to give the sign, Or herald's voice to bid the champions join; Without a master to direct, or raise In either's breast the thirst of noble praise; At once, as by accord, their swords they drew, 575 And each on each with generous ardor few. Now swift, now heavy fell the sounding blows, Deep and more deep the kindling combat glows. No swords like these could through the world be found, So fram'd at all essays with temper sound,

580 But meeting thus, had shiver'd as they clos’d: While these, so temper’d, edge to edge oppos'd, A thousand times in horrid crash could meet, And still with blade hurt each stroke repeat. Now here, now there his steps Rinaldo ply'd 585 And every art of long experience try'd

Ver. 563. Let me not so far ---] lle retums to Bradamant, Book XXXV. ver. 231.

Ver. 564. ------ thor noble knighls --- ] The last we heard of these two knights was in Book xxxi. the end.

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