I now from him defend myself with pain,
Who is o’erwearied with the former fight:
What had he been, renewed in might and main,
If he had rested till to-morrow’s light?
Right fortunate was I, as man could be,
That he refused my proffered courtesy!”
Till eve they strove, nor did it yet appear
Which had the vantage of the doubtful fray:
Nor, without light, could either foe see clear
How to avoid the furious blows; when day
Was done, again the courteous cavalier
To his illustrious opposite ’gan say;
“What shall we do, since ill-timed shades descend,
While we with equal fortune thus contend?”
“Meseems, at least, that till to-morrow’s morn
’Twere better thou prolonged thy life: no right
Have I thy doom, sir warrior, to adjourn
Beyond the limits of one little night.
Nor will I that by me the blame be borne
That thou no longer shalt enjoy the light.
With reason to the sex’s charge, by whom
This place is governed, lay thy cruel doom.”
“If I lament thee and thy company,
He knows, by whom all hidden things are spied.
Thou and thy comrades may repose with me,
For whom there is no safe abode beside:
Since leagued against you in conspiracy
Are all those husbands by thy hand have died.
For every valiant warrior of the men
Slain in the tourney, consort was of ten.
“The scathe they have to-day received from thee,
Would ninety women wreak with vengeful spite;
And, save thou take my hospitality,
Except by them to be assailed this night.”
—“I take thy proffer in security,”
(Replied Marphisa), “that the faith so plight,
And goodness of thy heart, will prove no less,
Than are thy corporal strength and hardiness.
“But if, as having to kill me, thou grieve,
Thou well mayst grieve, for reasons opposite;
Nor hast thou cause to laugh, as I conceive,
Nor hitherto has found me worst in fight.
Whether thou wouldst defer the fray, or leave,
Or prosecute by this or other light,
Behold me prompt thy wishes to fulfil;
Where and whenever it shall be thy will!”
So by consent the combatants divided,
Till the dawn broke from Ganges’ stream anew;
And so remained the question undecided,
Which was the better champion of the two,
To both the brothers255 and the rest who sided
Upon that part, the liberal lord did sue
With courteous prayer, that till the coming day
They would be pleased beneath his roof to stay.
They unsuspecting with the prayer complied,
And by the cheerful blaze of torches white
A royal dome ascended, with their guide,
Divided into many bowers and bright.
The combatants remain as stupified,
On lifting up their vizors, at the sight
One of the other; for (by what appears)
The warrior hardly numbers eighteen years.
Much marvels with herself the gentle dame,
That one so young so well should do and dare.
Much marvels he (his wonderment the same)
When he her sex agnizes by her hair.
Questioning one another of their name,
As speedily reply the youthful pair.
But how was hight the youthful cavalier,
Await till the ensuing strain to hear.
Canto XX
Guido and his from that foul haunt retire,
While all Astolpho chases with his horn,
Who to all quarters of the town sets fire,
Then roving singly round the world is borne.
Marphisa, for Gabrina’s cause, in ire
Puts upon young Zerbino scathe and scorn,
And makes him guardian of Gabrina fell,
From whom he first learns news of Isabel.
Great fears the women of antiquity
In arms and hallowed arts as well have done,
And of their worthy works the memory
And lustre through this ample world has shone.
Praised is Camilla, with Harpalicé,256
For the fair course which they in battle run.
Corinna and Sappho, famous for their lore,
Shine two illustrious light, to set no more.
Women have reached the pinnacle of glory,
In every art by them professed, well seen;
And whosoever turns the leaf of story,
Finds record of them, neither dim nor mean.
The evil influence will be transitory,
If long deprived of such the world had been;
And envious men, and those that never knew
Their worth, have haply hid their honours due.
To me it plainly seems, in this our age
Of women such is the celebrity,
That it may furnish matter to the page,
Whence this dispersed to future years shall be;
And you, ye evil tongues which foully rage,
Be tied to your eternal infamy,
And women’s praises so resplendent show,
They shall, by much, Marphisa’s worth outgo.
To her returning yet again; the dame
To him who shewed to her such courteous lore,
Refused not to disclose her martial name,
Since he agreed to tell the style be bore.
She quickly satisfied the warrior’s claim;
To learn his title she desired so sore.
“I am Marphisa,” the virago cried:
All else was known, as bruited far and wide.
The other, since ’twas his to speak, begun
With longer preamble: “Amid your train,
Sirs, it is my belief that there is none
But has heard mention of my race and strain.
Not Pontus, Aethiopia, Ind alone,
With all their neighbouring realms, but France and Spain
Wot well of Clermont, from whose loins the knight
Issued who killed Almontes bold in fight,
“And Chiarêillo and Mambrino slew,
And sacked the realm whose royal crown they wore.
Come of this blood, where Danube’s waters, through
Eight horns or ten to meet the Euxine pour,
Me to the far-renowned Duke Aymon, who
Thither a stranger roved, my mother bore.
And ’tis a twelvemonth now since her, in quest
Of my French kin, I left with grief opprest;
“But reached not France, for southern tempest’s spite
Impelled me hither; lodged in royal bower
Ten months or more; for—miserable wight!—
I reckon every day and every hour.
Guido the Savage I by name am hight,
Ill known and scarcely proved in warlike stower.
Here Argilon
