And freed the captive pair373 to prison led.”
The tidings, overjoyed, she hears repeat;
Yet blended with some bitter is the sweet.
For she had heard as well in that discourse,
For might and beauty voiced, Marphisa’s praise;
Heard, how Rogero thither bends his course,
Together with that lady, as he says,
Where in weak post and with unequal force
King Agramant the Christian army stays.
Such fair companionship the lady lauds,
But neither likes that union nor applauds.
Nor light suspicion has she of that queen:
For, were Marphisa beauteous, as was said,
And they together till that time had been,
’T were marvel but Rogero loved the maid:
Yet would she not believe; but hung between
Her hopes and fears, and in Mount Alban stayed;
And close and anxious there, until the day
Which was to bring her joy or sorrow, lay.
This while Mount Alban’s prince and castellain,
Rinaldo, first of that fair brotherhood,
—I say in honour, not in age, for twain
In right of birth before the warrior stood,
Who—as the sun illumes the starry train—
Had by his deeds ennobled Aymon’s blood,
One day at noon, with none beside a page
To serve him, reached that famous fortilage.
Hither had good Rinaldo now repaired;
Because returning Paris-ward again,
From Brava, (whither had he often fared,
As said, to seek Angelica in vain)
He of that pair those evil news had heard.
His Malagigi and his Viviane,
How they were to Maganza to be sent;
And hence to Agrismont his way had bent.
There, hearing of the safety of that pair,
And of their enemies’ defeat and fall;
And how Rogero and Marphisa were
The authors of their ruin; and how all
His valiant brethren and his cousins are
Returned, and harboured in Mount Alban’s hall,
Until he there embrace the friendly throng
Each hour appears to him a twelvemonth long.
His course to Mont Albano had he ta’en;
And, there embracing wife and children dear,
Mother and brethren and the cousins twain,
(They who were captives to their foe whilere)
A parent swallow seems, amid that train,
Which, with full beak, its fasting youth doth cheer.
With them a day or more the warrior stayed,
Then issued forth and others thence conveyed.
Guichard, Duke Aymon’s eldest born, and they,
Richard, Alardo, and Richardet’ combined,
Vivian and Malagigi, wend their way
In arms, the martial paladin behind.
Bradamant, waiting the appointed day,
Which she, in her desire, too slow opined,
Feigned herself ailing to the brethren true,
Nor would she join in arms the banded crew;
And, saying that she ailed, most truly said;
Yet ’twas not corporal pain or fever sore,
It was Desire that on her spirit preyed,
Diseased with Love’s disastrous fit: no more
Rinaldo in Mount Alban’s castle stayed:
With him his kinsman’s flower the warrior bore.
How he for Paris journeyed, and how well
He succoured Charles, shall other canto tell.
Canto XXXI
Rinaldo and Dudon fight; then friendship make,
And to each other fitting honour pay.
Agramant’s host the united champions break,
And scatter it, like chaff, in disarray.
Brandimart wages war, for Roland’s sake,
With Rodomont, and loses in the fray.
This while, for good Bayardo, with more pain,
Contend Rinaldo and the Sericane.
What sweeter, gladder, state could be possest
Than falls to the enamoured bosom’s share?
What happier mode of life, what lot more blest,
Than evermore the chains of love to wear?
Were not the lover, ’mid his joys, distrest
By that suspicious fear, that cruel care,
That martyrdom, which racks the suffering sprite,
That frenzied rage, which jealousy is hight.
For by all bitters else which interpose
Before enjoyment of this choicest sweet,
Love is augmented, to perfection grows,
And takes a finer edge; to drink and eat,
Hunger and thirst the palate so dispose,
And flavour more our beverage and our meat.
Feebly that wight can estimate the charms
Of peace, who never knew the pain of arms.
That which the heart aye sees, though undiscerned
Of human eye, we can support in peace.
To him long absent, to his love returned,
A longer absence is but joy’s increase.
Service may be endured, though nought is earned,
So that the hope of guerdon does not cease.
For worthy service in the end is paid,
Albeit its wages should be long delayed.
Scorn, and repulse, and finally each pain
Of suffering love, his every martyrdom,
Through recollection, make us entertain
Delights with greater rapture, when they come.
But if weak mind be poisoned by that bane,
That filthy pest, conceived in Stygian home,
Though joy ensue, with all its festive pleasures,
The wretched lover ill his comfort measures.
This is that cruel and envenomed wound
Where neither salve nor portion soothes the smart;
Nor figure made by witch, nor murmured sound;
Nor star benign observed in friendly part;
Nor aught beside by Zoroaster found,
Inventor as he was of magic art.
Fell wound, which, more than every other woe,
Makes wretched man despair, and lays him low!
O! cruel wound! incapable of cure,
Inflicted with such ease on lover’s breast,
No less by false suspicion than by sure!
O wound! whose pangs so wofully molest,
They reason and our better wit obscure,
And from it natural bent our judgment wrest:
Wound, which against all reason didst destroy
The damsel of Dordona’s every joy!
I speak not of what fatal mischief wrought
Hippalca’s and the brother’s bitter blow;
I speak of fell and cruel tidings brought
Some few days after; for the former woe,
Weighed with this other, was a thing of nought:
This after some digression will I show:
But first Rinaldo’s feats I must declare,
Who with his troop to Paris made repair.
The following day they met a cavalier,
Towards evening, with a lady by his side;374
Sable his shield, and sable was his gear,
Whose ground a bar of silver did divide.
As foremost, and of seeming force, the peer,
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