But since on others I shall see your might
Far better tryl-1 claim no more the light:
But this I claim---my arms with yours to wield,
With yours to join this helmet, lance and shield,
And trust to prove, when on your siile I stand,
Not undeserving of so brave a banii.




Some here may wish to learn the warrior's name,
Who thos, a fearless candidate for fame,
Would with Rogero and his fellow's meet
The dreadful hazards of their hardy feat.
S:le then (no longer be this champion call)
was bold Varphisa, from whose biand his fall
Zerbino suffer’d, sworn by her to guard,
Gabrina foul, for every ill prepar'd.

The good Rogero, and each noble lord
Of Ciarmont's house, receiv’d with one accord
The proffer'd aid of her, whom all esteem'd
Of manly sex, as by her dress she seem'd.

Not long they stay'd, ere Aldiger beheld,
And show'd his friends at distance on the field,
A banner rais'd, that to the breezes flow'd,
And round the banner throny'd a mingled crowd.
When now advancd, so near in sight they drew,
That by their Moorish garb the warriors knew
The hostile band; amid the shouting throng
They saw the hapless brethren borne along
On two low steeds, expecting to behold,
For sums of wealth their persons chang'd and sold.

Then thus Darphisa--- Wherefore such delay,
When these are present, to begin the fray?.




Rogero answer'---Ofth' invited train
To crown the banquet, inany guests remain,
Nor yet arris'il---

---we form a solenn treat, in all must join to make the feast complete, soon liill the rest attendi---Vile thus he said, 85 His bold comperis the remnant foes survey'd: be traitors of Dagıza's line advance, delallis really to begin the dance.

There swarn'? the pumbers of Baganza's crew, with groaning mules in loaded wains, liat drew 00 Goll, vests, and precious vertin; while here were seen The captive brethren, witli djected mien; Who slowly rode, in shanerul slieckles bound, with laces, swords and bows, encompass'd round; And Bertola glicouse on either's prici) itas bean conferring with thie Noorish chief. Not Buovo's son, nor he* of Amon's strain, The traitor present, could their wrath contain, At once his spear in rest each warrior took; And each, it once the proud Maganzan struck. 100 One through his helm the deadly wound impress'ü; One drove the thrilling weapon through his breast. As Bertolagi by these knights was slain, Likeliin so perish all, iliat wrong maintain. At this Marphisd with Rogero tird,

105 No other signal for th' attack requir’d; And ere her spear she broke, the martial maid Low on the ground three warriors breathless laid. The other impious chief was worthy found, From fierce Rogero's spear to meet his wound:


* Richardetto.

He fell; and, by the same dire weapon slain,
Two more were sent to Death’s relentless reign,
An error now amidst th' ascail'd was bred,
That wide and wider to their ruin spread :
Those of Maganza deem'd theniselves betray'd 113
By the fierce Saracens; the Moors, (lismay'd
By frequent wounds and deatlis on every hand,
With ireacherous murder charg'd Maganza's hand;
Till fell reproach to mutual carnage rose,
With spears in rest, drawn swords, ani bended bows.

Now here, now there, by tums Rogero liew 121
On either troop; 110w ten, now twenty slew.
As many by the virgin's weapon kill'd,
In divers parts lay seatter'd o'er the field.
The rider from his saddle lireless fell,

125 Whene'or descended cither trenchant steel ; IIelmet and corslets yielded where it came; As crackling sorewood to destroying flame. If e'er you saw, or e'er have heard the tale, How, when fierce factions in the hive prevail,

130 As to the standard in the fields of air, The buzzing legions for the fight prepare, Amidst them oft the hungry swallow pours, Rends, kills, or scatters, and whole troops devours : So think Marphisa, so Rogero rag'l;

135 Alike by turns each dastar! troop engag'd. But Ilichardetto, nor his kinsman chang'd The slaugliter thus; nor thus alternate rang'd; The band of Saracens untouch'd they leave, While all their furies to Maganza's cleave.

140 Rinaldo's brother, to the dauntless mind That fits a knight, had mighty prowess join’d;

And now the hatred le Maganza bore,
Gave twofold vigour to his wonted power :
This fir'd the base-born son of Brovo's bed,

Who, like a lion, his resentulent fed :
Through helm and head his weapon took its course,
And hoth gave way before the crashing force.
What soul but here l ad calighi the martial ire?
What breast but here had glow'd with Hector's fire? 150
Here, with Marphisa and Rogero join'd,
The choice, the flower of all the warrior-kind.
Marphisa, as she fought, oft turn’d her eyes,
And view'd her comrades' deeds with vast surprise;
She prais'd them all; but good Rogero rais'd 155
Iler wonder most, him o'er mankind she prais’d:
Sometimes she deem'd that Mars had from above
Left his fifth hcaven, the fights of men to prove.
She mark'l his dreadful sword, that never fail'd,
Against whose edge no temper'd steel avail'd; 160
The helm and cuirass strong it pierces through,
It cleaves the rider to the seat in two,
And sends, divided, in a crimson tide,
The corse in equal parts on either side,

Ver. 163. And sends, divided in a crimson tide,

The corse in equal parts on cither side,

Nor, deadend there, &c.] These passages remind us of the wounds giren by kuightserrant in romances, so often ridiculed by Cervantes, and for which Ariosto is, with these authors, liable to the censure of extravagance. The host, who, like Don Quixote, is intoxicated with reading romances, makes the following culogium on these performances, in answer to the priest who had recommended history. “ Before God, your worship should have read what I have read concerning Felixmarte of Hyrcania, who with one back-stroke, cut asunder five giants in the middle, as if they had been so many bean-cods."

Jarvis's Don Quixote, Vol. I. B. iv, C.v.

Nor, deaden'd there, its dreadful fury stays,

165 But with his wretched lord the courser slays. From many a neck his falchion lops the head; Oft o'er the hips, sheer through the body sped, It parts the trunk: now five the rapid steel Severs at once---and more I fear to tell,

170 Lest truth should falschood seem : but Turpin fam’d, Who knew the truth, and what he knew proclaim’d, Leaves men to credit or reject his page, Which blazons deeds unknown in this degenerate

age. Alike appear'd Marphisa's martial ire,

175 Her foes all frozen, and herself all fire! While she no less attracts Rogero's gaze, Than he before might claim the virgin's praise : And as she deem'd him Mars, so, had he known His partner's sex, to equal wonder won

130 Of her great deeds, he sure had styl’d the fair The dread Bellona, patroness of war! Caught each from each, their kindling ardor rose, Dire emulation for their wretched foes! On whom they thus their mutual prowess show'd, 185 On nerve, on bone, on limbs all drench'd in blood. Full soon the might of these resistless four Dispers’d each camp, and broke their strongest power. Who hop'd to 'scape, his limbs from armour freed, And stript in lighter vesture urg'd his speed. 190 Happy the man whose courser swiftest flies, No common pace his safety now supplies; While he, who wants a steed, laments the harms That more on foot attend the trade of arms.

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