XXX
  "Sir knights," quoth he, "if you intend to ride,
  And follow each report fond people say,
  You follow but a rash and truthless guide
  That leads vain men amiss and makes them stray;
  Near Ascalon go to the salt seaside,
  Where a swift brook fails in with hideous sway,
  An aged sire, our friend, there shall you find,
  All what he saith, that do, that keep in mind.

  XXXI
  "Of this great voyage which you undertake,
  Much by his skill, and much by mine advise
  Hath he foreknown, and welcome for my sake
  You both shall be, the man is kind and wise."
  Instructed thus no further question make
  The twain elected for this enterprise,
  But humbly yielded to obey his word,
  For what the hermit said, that said the Lord.

  XXXII
  They took their leave, and on their journey went,
  Their will could brook no stay, their zeal, no let;
  To Ascalon their voyage straight they bent,
  Whose broken shores with brackish waves are wet,
  And there they heard how gainst the cliffs, besprent
  With bitter foam, the roaring surges bet,
  A tumbling brook their passage stopped and stayed,
  Which late-fall'n rain had proud and puissant made,

  XXXIII
  So proud that over all his banks he grew,
  And through the fields ran swift as shaft from bow,
  While here they stopped and stood, before them drew
  An aged sire, grave and benign in show,
  Crowned with a beechen garland gathered new,
  Clad in a linen robe that raught down low,
  In his right hand a rod, and on the flood
  Against the stream he marched, and dry shod yode.

  XXXIV
  As on the Rhene, when winter's freezing cold
  Congeals the streams to thick and hardened glass,
  The beauties fair of shepherds' daughters bold
  With wanton windlays run, turn, play and pass;
  So on this river passed the wizard old,
  Although unfrozen soft and swift it was,
  And thither stalked where the warriors stayed,
  To whom, their greetings done, he spoke and said:

  XXXV
  "Great pains, great travel, lords, you have begun,
  And of a cunning guide great need you stand,
  Far off, alas! is great Bertoldo's son,
  Imprisoned in a waste and desert land,
  What soil remains by which you must not run,
  What promontory, rock, sea, shore or sand
  Your search must stretch before the prince be found,
  Beyond our world, beyond our half of ground!

  XXXVI
  But yet vouchsafe to see my cell I pray,
  In hidden caves and vaults though builded low,
  Great wonders there, strange things I will bewray,
  Things good for you to hear, and fit to know:"
  This said, he bids the river make them way,
  The flood retired, backward gan to flow,
  And here and there two crystal mountains rise,
  So fled the Red Sea once, and Jordan thrice.

  XXXVII
  He took their hands, and led them headlong down
  Under the flood, through vast and hollow deeps,
  Such light they had as when through shadows brown
  Of thickest deserts feeble Cynthia peeps,
  Their spacious caves they saw all overflown,
  There all his waters pure great Neptune keeps,
  And thence to moisten all the earth he brings
  Seas, rivers, floods, lakes, fountains, wells and springs:

  XXXVIII
  Whence Ganges, Indus, Volga, Ister, Po,
  Whence Euphrates, whence Tigris' spring they view,
  Whence Tanais, whence Nilus comes also,
  Although his head till then no creature knew,
  But under these a wealthy stream doth go,
  That sulphur yields and ore, rich, quick and new,
  Which the sunbeams doth polish, purge and fine,
  And makes it silver pure, and gold divine.

  XXXIX
  And all his banks the rich and wealthy stream
  Hath fair beset with pearl and precious stone
  Like stars in sky or lamps on stage that seem,
  The darkness there was day, the night was gone,
  There sparkled, clothed in his azure-beam,
  The heavenly sapphire, there the jacinth shone,
  The carbuncle there flamed, the diamond sheen,
  There glistered bright, there smiled the emerald green.

  XL
  Amazed the knights amid these wonders passed,
  And fixed so deep the marvels in their thought,
  That not one word they uttered, till at last
  Ubaldo spake, and thus his guide besought:
  "O father, tell me by what skill thou hast
  These wonders done? and to what place us brought?
  For well I know not if I wake or sleep,
  My heart is drowned in such amazement deep."

  XLI
  "You are within the hollow womb," quoth he,
  "Of fertile earth, the nurse of all things made,
  And but you brought and guided are by me,
  Her sacred entrails could no wight invade;
  My palace shortly shall you splendent see,
  With glorious light, though built in night and shade.
  A Pagan was I born, but yet the Lord
  To grace, by baptism, hath my soul restored.

  XLII
  "Nor yet by help of devil, or aid from hell,
  I do this uncouth work and wondrous feat,
  The Lord forbid I use or charm or spell
  To raise foul Dis from his infernal seat:
  But of all herbs, of every spring and well,
  The hidden power I know and virtue great,
  And all that kind hath hid from mortal sight,
  And all the stars, their motions, and their might.

  XLIII
  "For in these caves I dwell not buried still
  From sight of Heaven. but often I resort
  To tops of Lebanon or Carmel hill,
  And there in liquid air myself disport,
  There Mars and Venus I behold at will!
  As bare as erst when Vulcan took them short,
  And how the rest roll, glide and move, I see,
  How their aspects benign or froward be."

  XLIV
  "And underneath my feet the clouds I view,
  Now thick, now thin, now bright with Iris' bow,
  The frost and snow, the rain, the hail, the dew,
  The winds, from whence they come and whence they blow,
  How Jove his thunder makes and lightning new,
  How with the bolt he strikes the earth below,
  How comate, crinite, caudate stars are framed
  I knew; my skill with pride my heart inflamed.

  XLV
  "So learned, cunning, wise, myself I thought,
  That I supposed my wit so high might climb
  To know all things that God had framed or wrought,
  Fire, air, sea, earth, man, beast, sprite, place and time;
  But when your hermit me to baptism brought,
  And from my soul had washed the sin and crime,
  Then I perceived my sight was blindness still,
  My wit was folly, ignorance my skill.

  XLVI
  "Then saw I, that like owls in shining sun,
  So gainst the beams of truth our souls are blind,
  And at myself to smile I then begun,
  And at my heart, puffed up with folly's wind,
  Yet still these arts, as I before had done,
  I practised, such was the hermit's mind:
  Thus hath he changed my thoughts, my heart, my will,
  And rules mine art, my knowledge, and my skill.

  XLVII
  "In him I rest, on him my thoughts depend,
  My lord, my teacher, and my guide is he,
  This noble work he strives to bring to end,
  He is the architect, the workmen we,
  The hardy youth home to this camp to send
  From prison strong, my care, my charge shall be;
  So He commands, and me ere this foretold
  Your coming oft, to seek the champion bold."

  XLVIII
  While this he said, he brought the champions twain
  Down to a vault, wherein he dwells and lies,
  It was a cave, high, wide, large, ample, plain,
  With goodly rooms, halls, chambers, galleries,
  All what is bred in rich and precious vein
  Of wealthy earth, and hid from mortal eyes,
  There shines, and fair adorned was every part
  With riches grown by kind, not framed by art:

  XLIX
  An hundred grooms, quick, diligent and neat,
  Attendance gave about these strangers bold,
  Against the wall there stood a cupboard great
  Of massive plate, of silver, crystal, gold.
  But when with precious wines and costly meat
  They filled were, thus spake the wizard old:
  "Now fits the time, sir knights, I tell and show
  What you desire to hear, and long to know.

  L
  "Armida's craft, her sleight and hidden guile
  You partly wot, her acts and arts untrue,
  How to your camp she came, and by what wile
  The greatest lords and princes thence she drew;
  You know she turned them first to monsters vile,
  And kept them since closed up in secret mew,
  Lastly, to Gaza-ward in bonds them sent,
  Whom young Rinaldo rescued as they went.

  LI
  "What chanced since I will at large declare,
  To you unknown, a story strange and true.
  When first her prey, got with such pain and care,
  Escaped and gone the witch perceived and knew,
  Her hands she wrung for grief, her clothes she tare,
  And full of woe these heavy words outthrew:
  'Alas! my knights are slain, my prisoners free,
  Yet of that conquest never boast shall he,

  LII
  "'He in their place shall serve me, and sustain
  Their plagues, their torments suffer, sorrows bear,
  And they his absence shall lament in vain,
  And wail his loss and theirs with many a tear:'
  Thus talking to herself she did ordain
  A false and wicked guile, as you shall hear;
  Thither she hasted where the valiant knight
  Had overcome and slain her men in fight.

  LIII
  "Rinaldo there had dolt and left his own,
  And on his back a Pagan's harness tied,
  Perchance he deemed so to pass unknown,
  And in those arms less noted false to ride.
  A headless corse in fight late overthrown,
  The witch in his forsaken arms did hide,
  And by a brook exposed it on the sand
  Whither she wished would come a Christian band:

  LIV
  "Their coming might the dame foreknow right well,
  For secret spies she sent forth thousand ways,
  Which every day news from the camp might tell,
  Who parted thence, booties to search or preys:
  Beside, the sprites conjured by sacred spell,
  All what she asks or doubts, reveals and says,
  The body therefore placed she in that part
  That furthered best her sleight, her craft. and art;

  LV
  "And near the corpse a varlet false and sly
  She left, attired in shepherd's homely weed,
  And taught him how to counterfeit and lie
  As time required, and he performed the deed;
  With him your soldiers spoke, of jealousy
  And false suspect mongst them he strewed the seed,
  That since brought forth the fruit of strife and jar,
  Of civil brawls, contention, discord, war.

  LVI
  "And as she wished so the soldiers thought
  By Godfrey's practice that the prince was slain,
  Yet vanished that suspicion false to naught
  When truth spread forth her silver wings again
  Her false devices thus Armida wrought,
  This was her first deceit, her foremost train;
  What next she practised, shall you hear me tell,
  Against our knight, and what thereof befell.

  LVII
  "Armida hunted him through wood and plain,
  Till on Orontes' flowery banks he stayed,
  There, where the stream did part and meet again
  And in the midst a gentle island made,
  A pillar fair was pight beside the main,
  Near which a little frigate floating laid,
  The marble white the prince did long behold,
  And this inscription read, there writ in gold:

  LVIII
  "'Whoso thou art whom will or chance doth bring
  With happy steps to flood Orontes' sides,
  Know that the world hath not so strange a thing,
  Twixt east and west, as this small island hides,
  Then pass and see, without more tarrying.'
  The hasty youth to pass the stream provides,
  And for the cogs was narrow, small and strait,
  Alone he rowed, and bade his squires there wait;

  LIX
  "Landed he stalks about, yet naught he sees
  But verdant groves, sweet shades, and mossy rocks
  With caves and fountains, flowers, herbs and trees,
  So that the words he read he takes for mocks:
  But that green isle was sweet at all degrees,
  Wherewith enticed down sits he and unlocks
  His closed helm, and bares his visage fair,
  To take sweet breath from cool and gentle air.

  LX
  "A rumbling sound amid the waters deep
  Meanwhile he heard, and thither turned his sight,
  And tumbling in the troubled stream took keep
  How the strong waves together rush and fight,
  Whence first he saw, with golden tresses, peep
  The rising visage of a virgin bright,
  And then her neck, her breasts, and all, as low
  As he for shame could see, or she could show.

  LXI
  "So in the twilight does sometimes appear
  A nymph, a goddess, or a fairy queen,
  And though no siren but a sprite this were
  Yet by her beauty seemed it she had been
  One of those sisters false which haunted near
  The Tyrrhene shores and kept those waters sheen,
  Like theirs her face, her voice was, and her sound,
  And thus she sung, and pleased both skies and ground:

  LXII
  "'Ye happy youths, who April fresh and May
  Attire in flowering green of lusty age,
  For glory vain, or virtue's idle ray,
  Do not your tender limbs to toil engage;
  In calm streams, fishes; birds, in sunshine play,
  Who followeth pleasure he is only sage,
  So nature saith, yet gainst her sacred will
  Why still rebel you, and why strive you still?

  LXIII
  "'O fools who youth possess, yet scorn the same,
  A precious, but a short-abiding treasure,
  Virtue itself is but an idle name,
  Prized by the world 'bove reason all and measure,
  And honor, glory, praise, renown and fame,
  That men's proud harts bewitch with tickling pleasure,
  An echo is, a shade, a dream, a flower,
  With each wind blasted, spoiled with every shower.

  LXIV
  "'But let your happy souls in joy possess
  The ivory castles of your bodies fair,
  Your passed harms salve with forgetfulness,
  Haste not your coming evils with thought and care,
  Regard no blazing star with burning tress,
  Nor storm, nor threatening sky, nor thundering air,
  This wisdom is, good life, and worldly bliss,
  Kind teacheth us, nature commands us this.'

  LXV
  "Thus sung the spirit false, and stealing sleep,
  To which her tunes enticed his heavy eyes,
  By step and step did on his senses creep,
  Still every limb therein unmoved lies,
  Not thunders loud could from this slumber deep,
  Of quiet death true image, make him rise:
  Then from her ambush forth Armida start,
  Swearing revenge, and threatening torments smart.
  LXVI
  "But when she looked on his face awhile,
  And saw how sweet he breathed, how still he lay,
  How his fair eyes though closed seemed to smile,
  At first she stayed, astound with great dismay,
  Then sat her down, so love can art beguile,
  And as she sat and looked, fled fast away
  Her wrath, that on his forehead gazed the maid,
  As in his spring Narcissus tooting laid;

  LXVII
  "And with a veil she wiped now and then
  From his fair cheeks the globes of silver sweat,
  And cool air gathered with a trembling fan,
  To mitigate the rage of melting heat,
  Thus, who would think it, his hot eye-glance can
  Of that cold frost dissolve the hardness great
  Which late congealed the heart of that fair dame,
  Who late a foe, a lover now became.

  LXVIII
  "Of woodbines, lilies, and of roses sweet,
  Which proudly flowered through that wanton plain,
  All platted fast, well knit, and joined meet,
  She framed a soft but surely holding chain,
  Wherewith she bound his neck his hands and feet;
  Thus bound, thus taken, did the prince remain,
  And in a coach which two old dragons drew,
  She laid the sleeping knight, and thence she flew:

  LXIX
  "Nor turned she to Damascus' kingdoms large,
  Nor to the fort built in Asphalte's lake,
  But jealous of her dear and precious charge,
  And of her love ashamed, the way did take,
  To the wide ocean whither skiff or barge
  From us doth seld or never voyage make,
  And there to frolic with her love awhile,
  She chose a waste, a sole and desert isle.

  LXX
  "An isle that with her fellows bears the name
  Of Fortunate, for temperate air and mould,
  There in a mountain high alight the dame,
  A hill obscured with shades of forests old,
  Upon whose sides the witch by art did frame
  Continual snow, sharp frost and winter cold,
  But on the top, fresh, pleasant, sweet and green,
  Beside a lake a palace built this queen.

  LXXI
  "There in perpetual sweet and flowering spring,
  She lives at ease, and joys her lord at will;
  The hardy youth from this strange prison bring
  Your valors must, directed by my skill,
  And overcome each monster and each thing,
  That guards the palace or that keeps the hill,
  Nor shall you want a guide, or engines fit,
  To bring you to the mount, or conquer it.

  LXXII
  "Beside the stream, yparted shall you find
  A dame, in visage young, but old in years,
  Her curled locks about her front are twined,
  A party-colored robe of silk she wears:
  This shall conduct you swift as air or wind,
  Or that flit bird that Jove's hot weapon bears,
  A faithful pilot, cunning, trusty, sure,
  As Tiphys was, or skilful Palinure.

  LXXIII
  "At the hill's foot, whereon the witch doth dwell,
  The serpents hiss, and cast their poison vilde,
  The ugly boars do rear their bristles fell,
  There gape the bears, and roar the lions wild;
  But yet a rod I have can easily quell
  Their rage and wrath, and make them meek and mild.
  Yet on the top and height of all the hill,
  The greatest danger lies, and greatest ill:

  LXXIV
  "There welleth out a fair, clear, bubbling spring,
  Whose waters pure the thirsty guests entice,
  But in those liquors cold the secret sting
  Of strange and deadly poison closed lies,
  One sup thereof the drinker's heart doth bring
  To sudden joy, whence laughter vain doth rise,
  Nor that strange merriment once stops or stays,
  Till, with his laughter's end, he end his days:

  LXXV
  "Then from those deadly, wicked streams refrain
  Your thirsty lips, despise the dainty cheer
  You find exposed upon the grassy plain,
  Nor those false damsels once vouchsafe to hear,
  That in melodious tunes their voices strain,
  Whose faces lovely, smiling, sweet, appear;
  But you their looks, their voice, their songs despise,
  And enter fair Armida's paradise.

  LXXVI
  "The house is builded like a maze within,
  With turning stairs, false doors and winding ways,
  The shape whereof plotted in vellum thin
  I will you give, that all those sleights bewrays,
  In midst a garden lies, where many a gin
  And net to catch frail hearts, false Cupid lays;
  There in the verdure of the arbors green,
  With your brave champion lies the wanton queen.

  LXXVII
  "But when she haply riseth from the knight,
  And hath withdrawn her presence from the place,
  Then take a shield I have of diamonds bright,
  And hold the same before the young man's face,
  That he may glass therein his garments light,
  And wanton soft attire, and view his case,
  That with the sight shame and disdain may move
  His heart to leave that base and servile love.

  LXXVIII
  "Now resteth naught that needful is to tell,
  But that you go secure, safe, sure and bold,
  Unseen the palace may you enter well,
  And pass the dangers all I have foretold,
  For neither art, nor charm, nor magic spell,
  Can stop your passage or your steps withhold,
  Nor shall Armida, so you guarded be,
  Your coming aught foreknow or once foresee:

  LXXIX
  "And eke as safe from that enchanted fort
  You shall return and scape unhurt away;
  But now the time doth us to rest exhort,
  And you must rise by peep of springing day."
  This said, he led them through a narrow port,
  Into a lodging fair wherein they lay,
  There glad and full of thoughts he left his guests,
  And in his wonted bed the old man rests.

FIFTEENTH BOOK

  THE ARGUMENT.
  The well instructed knights forsake their host,
  And come where their strange bark in harbor lay,
  And setting sail behold on Egypt's coast
  The monarch's ships and armies in array:
  Their wind and pilot good, the seas in post
  They pass, and of long journeys make short way:
  The far-sought isle they find; Armida's charms
  They scorn, they shun her sleights, despise her arms.

  I
  The rosy-fingered morn with gladsome ray
  Rose to her task from old Tithonus' lap
  When their grave host came where the warriors lay,
  And with him brought the shield, the rod, the map.
  "Arise," quoth he, "ere lately broken day,
  In his bright arms the round world fold or wrap,
  All what I promised, here I have them brought,
  Enough to bring Armida's charms to naught."

  II
  They started up, and every tender limb
  In sturdy steel and stubborn plate they dight,
  Before the old man stalked, they followed him
  Through gloomy shades of sad and sable night,
  Through vaults obscure again and entries dim,
  The way they came their steps remeasured right;
  But at the flood arrived, "Farewell," quoth he,
  "Good luck your aid, your guide good fortune be."

  III
  The flood received them in his bottom low
  And lilt them up above his billows thin;
  The waters so east up a branch or bough,
  By violence first plunged and dived therein:
  But when upon the shore the waves them throw,
  The knights for their fair guide to look begin,
  And gazing round a little bark they spied,
  Wherein a damsel sate the stern to guide.

  IV
  Upon her front her locks were curled new,
  Her eyes were courteous, full of peace and love;
  In look a saint, an angel bright in show,
  So in her visage grace and virtue strove;
  Her robe seemed sometimes red and sometimes blue,
  And changed still as she did stir or move;
  That look how oft man's eye beheld the same
  So oft the colors changed, went and came.

  V
  The feathers so, that tender, soft, and plain,
  About the dove's smooth neck close couched been,
  Do in one color never long remain,
  But change their hue gainst glimpse of Phoebus' sheen;
  And now of rubies bright a vermeil chain,
  Now make a carknet rich of emeralds green;
  Now mingle both, now alter, turn and change
  To thousand colors, rich, pure, fair, and strange.

  VI
  "Enter this boat, you happy men," she says,
  "Wherein through raging waves secure I ride,
  To which all tempest, storm, and wind obeys,
  All burdens light, benign is stream and tide:
  My lord, that rules your journeys and your ways,
  Hath sent me here, your servant and your guide."
  This said, her shallop drove she gainst the sand,
  And anchor cast amid the steadfast land.

  VII
  They entered in, her anchors she upwound,
  And launched forth to sea her pinnace flit,
  Spread to the wind her sails she broad unbound,
  And at the helm sat down to govern it,
  Swelled the flood that all his banks he drowned
  To bear the greatest ship of burthen fit;
  Yet was her fatigue little, swift and light,
  That at his lowest ebb bear it he might.

  VIII
  Swifter than thought the friendly wind forth bore
  The sliding boat upon the rolling wave,
  With curded foam and froth the billows hoar
  About the cable murmur roar and rave;
  At last they came where all his watery store
  The flood in one deep channel did engrave,
  And forth to greedy seas his streams he sent,
  And so his waves, his name, himself he spent.

  IX
  The wondrous boat scant touched the troubled main
  But all the sea still, hushed and quiet was,
  Vanished the clouds, ceased the wind and rain,
  The tempests threatened overblow and pass,
  A gentle breathing air made even and plain
  The azure face of heaven's smooth looking-glass,
  And heaven itself smiled from the skies above
  With a calm clearness on the earth his love.

  X
  By Ascalon they sailed, and forth drived,
  Toward the west their speedy course they frame,
  In sight of Gaza till the bark arrived,
  A little port when first it took that name;
  But since, by others' loss so well it thrived
  A city great and rich that it became,
  And there the shores and borders of the land
  They found as full of armed men as sand.

  XI
  The passengers to landward turned their sight,
  And there saw pitched many a stately tent,
  Soldier and footman, captain, lord and knight,
  Between the shore and city, came and went:
  Huge elephants, strong camels, coursers light,
  With horned hoofs the sandy ways outrent,
  And in the haven many a ship and boat,
  With mighty anchors fastened, swim and float;

  XII
  Some spread their sails, some with strong oars sweep
  The waters smooth, and brush the buxom wave,
  Their breasts in sunder cleave the yielding deep,
  The broken seas for anger foam and rave,
  When thus their guide began, "Sir knights, take keep
  How all these shores are spread with squadrons brave
  And troops of hardy knights, yet on these sands
  The monarch scant hath gathered half his bands.

  XIII
  "Of Egypt only these the forces are,
  And aid from other lands they here attend,
  For twixt the noon-day sun and morning star,
  All realms at his command do bow and bend;
  So that I trust we shall return from far,
  And bring our journey long to wished end,
  Before this king or his lieutenant shall
  These armies bring to Zion's conquered wall."

  XIV
  While thus she said, as soaring eagles fly
  Mongst other birds securely through the air,
  And mounting up behold with wakeful eye,
  The radiant beams of old Hyperion's hair,
  Her gondola so passed swiftly by
  Twixt ship and ship, withouten fear or care
  Who should her follow, trouble, stop or stay,
  And forth to sea made lucky speed and way.

  XV
  Themselves fornenst old Raffia's town they fand,
  A town that first to sailors doth appear
  As they from Syria pass to Egypt land:
  The sterile coasts of barren Rhinocere
  They passed, and seas where Casius hill doth stand
  That with his trees o'erspreads the waters near,
  Against whose roots breaketh the brackish wave
  Where Jove his temple, Pompey hath his grave:

  XVI
  Then Damiata next, where they behold
  How to the sea his tribute Nilus pays
  By his seven mouths renowned in stories old,
  And by an hundred more ignoble ways:
  They pass the town built by the Grecian bold,
  Of him called Alexandria till our days,
  And Pharaoh's tower and isle removed of yore
  Far from the land, now joined to the shore:

  XVII
  Both Crete and Rhodes they left by north unseen,
  And sailed along the coasts of Afric lands,
  Whose sea towns fair, but realms more inward been
  All full of monsters and of desert sands:
  With her five cities then they left Cyrene,
  Where that old temple of false Hammon stands:
  Next Ptolemais, and that sacred wood
  Whence spring the silent streams of Lethe flood.

  XVIII
  The greater Syrte, that sailors often cast
  In peril great of death and loss extreme,
  They compassed round about, and safely passed,
  The Cape Judeca and flood Magra's stream;
  Then Tripoli, gainst which is Malta placed,
  That low and hid, to lurk in seas doth seem:
  The little Syrte then, and Alzerhes isle,
  Where dwelt the folk that Lotos ate erewhile.

  XIX
  Next Tunis on the crooked shore they spied,
  Whose bay a rock on either side defends,
  Tunis all towns in beauty, wealth and pride
  Above, as far as Libya's bounds extends;
  Gainst which, from fair Sicilia's fertile side,
  His rugged front great Lilybaeum bends.
  The dame there pointed out where sometime stood
  Rome's stately rival whilom, Carthage proud;

  XX
  Great Carthage low in ashes cold doth lie,
  Her ruins poor the herbs in height scant pass,
  So cities fall, so perish kingdoms high,
  Their pride and pomp lies hid in sand and grass:
  Then why should mortal man repine to die,
  Whose life, is air; breath, wind; and body, glass?
  From thence the seas next Bisert's walls they cleft,
  And far Sardinia on their right hand left.

  XXI
  Numidia's mighty plains they coasted then,
  Where wandering shepherds used their flocks to feed,
  Then Bugia and Argier, the infamous den
  Of pirates false, Oran they left with speed,
  All Tingitan they swiftly overren,
  Where elephants and angry lions breed,
  Where now the realms of Fez and Maroc be,
  Gainst which Granada's shores and coasts they see.

  XXII
  Now are they there, where first the sea brake in
  By great Alcides' help, as stories feign,
  True may it be that where those floods begin
  It whilom was a firm and solid main
  Before the sea there through did passage win
  And parted Afric from the land of Spain,
  Abila hence, thence Calpe great upsprings,
  Such power hath time to change the face of things.

  XXIII
  Four times the sun had spread his morning ray
  Since first the dame launched forth her wondrous barge
  And never yet took port in creek or bay,
  But fairly forward bore the knights her charge;
  Now through the strait her jolly ship made way,
  And boldly sailed upon the ocean large;
  But if the sea in midst of earth was great,
  Oh what was this, wherein earth hath her seat?

  XXIV
  Now deep engulphed in the mighty flood
  They saw not Gades, nor the mountains near,
  Fled was the land, and towns on land that stood,
  Heaven covered sea, sea seemed the heavens to bear.
  "At last, fair lady," quoth Ubaldo good,
  "That in this endless main dost guide us here,
  If ever man before here sailed tell,
  Or other lands here be wherein men dwell."

  XXV
  "Great Hercules," quoth she, "when he had quailed
  The monsters fierce in Afric and in Spain,
  And all along your coasts and countries sailed,
  Yet durst he not assay the ocean main,
  Within his pillars would he have impaled
  The overdaring wit of mankind vain,
  Till Lord Ulysses did those bounders pass,
  To see and know he so desirous was.

  XXVI
  "He passed those pillars, and in open wave
  Of the broad sea first his bold sails untwined,
  But yet the greedy ocean was his grave,
  Naught helped him his skill gainst tide and wind;
  With him all witness of his voyage brave
  Lies buried there, no truth thereof we find,
  And they whom storm hath forced that way since,
  Are drowned all, or unreturned from thence:

  XXVII
  "So that this mighty sea is yet unsought,
  Where thousand isles and kingdoms lie unknown,
  Not void of men as some have vainly thought,
  But peopled well, and wonned like your own;
  The land is fertile ground, but scant well wrought,
  Air wholesome, temperate sun, grass proudly grown."
  "But," quoth Ubaldo, "dame, I pray thee teach
  Of that hid world, what be the laws and speech?"

  XXVIII
  "As diverse be their nations," answered she,
  "Their tongues, their rites, their laws so different are;
  Some pray to beasts, some to a stone or tree,
  Some to the earth, the sun, or morning star;
  Their meats unwholesome, vile, and hateful be,
  Some eat man's flesh, and captives ta'en in war,
  And all from Calpe's mountain west that dwell,
  In faith profane, in life are rude and fell."

  XXIX
  "But will our gracious God," the knight replied,
  "That with his blood all sinful men hath bought,
  His truth forever and his gospel hide
  From all those lands, as yet unknown, unsought?"
  "Oh no," quoth she, "his name both far and wide
  Shall there be known, all learning thither brought,
  Nor shall these long and tedious ways forever
  Your world and theirs, their lands, your kingdoms sever.

  XXX
  "The time shall come that sailors shall disdain
  To talk or argue of Alcides' streat,
  And lands and seas that nameless yet remain,
  Shall well be known, their boundaries, site and seat,
  The ships encompass shall the solid main,
  As far as seas outstretch their waters great,
  And measure all the world, and with the sun
  About this earth, this globe, this compass, run.

  XXXI
  "A knight of Genes shall have the hardiment
  Upon this wondrous voyage first to wend,
  Nor winds nor waves, that ships in sunder rent,
  Nor seas unused, strange clime, or pool unkenned,
  Nor other peril nor astonishment
  That makes frail hearts of men to bow and bend,
  Within Abilas' strait shall keep and hold
  The noble spirit of this sailor bold.

  XXXII
  "Thy ship, Columbus, shall her canvas wing
  Spread o'er that world that yet concealed lies,
  That scant swift fame her looks shall after bring,
  Though thousand plumes she have, and thousand eyes;
  Let her of Bacchus and Alcides sing,
  Of thee to future age let this suffice,
  That of thine acts she some forewarning give,
  Which shall in verse and noble story live."

  XXXIII
  Thus talking, swift twixt south and west they run,
  And sliced out twixt froth and foam their way;
  At once they saw before, the setting sun;
  Behind, the rising beam of springing day;
  And when the morn her drops and dews begun
  To scatter broad upon the flowering lay,
  Far off a hill and mountain high they spied,
  Whose top the clouds environ, clothe and hide;

  XXXIV
  And drawing near, the hill at ease they view,
  When all the clouds were molten, fallen and fled,
  Whose top pyramid-wise did pointed show,
  High, narrow, sharp, the sides yet more outspread,
  Thence now and then fire, flame and smoke outflew,
  As from that hill, whereunder lies in bed
  Enceladus, whence with imperious sway
  Bright fire breaks out by night, black smoke by day.

  XXXV
  About the hill lay other islands small,
  Where other rocks, crags, cliffs, and mountains stood,
  The Isles Fortunate these elder time did call,
  To which high Heaven they reigned so kind and good,
  And of his blessings rich so liberal,
  That without tillage earth gives corn for food,
  And grapes that swell with sweet and precious wine
  There without pruning yields the fertile vine.

  XXXVI
  The olive fat there ever buds and flowers,
  The honey-drops from hollow oaks distil,
  The falling brook her silver streams downpours
  With gentle murmur from their native hill,
  The western blast tempereth with dews and showers
  The sunny rays, lest heat the blossoms kill,
  The fields Elysian, as fond heathen sain,
  Were there, where souls of men in bliss remain.

  XXXVII
  To these their pilot steered, "And now," quoth she,
  "Your voyage long to end is brought well-near,
  The happy Isles of Fortune now you see,
  Of which great fame, and little truth, you hear,
  Sweet, wholesome, pleasant, fertile, fat they be,
  Yet not so rich as fame reports they were."
  This said, toward an island fresh she bore,
  The first of ten, that lies next Afric's shore;

  XXXVIII
  When Charles thus, "If, worthy governess,
  To our good speed such tarriance be no let,
  Upon this isle that Heaven so fair doth bless,
  To view the place, on land awhile us set,
  To know the folk and what God they confess,
  And all whereby man's heart may knowledge get,
  That I may tell the wonders therein seen
  Another day, and say, there have I been."

  XXXIX
  She answered him, "Well fits this high desire
  Thy noble heart, yet cannot I consent;
  For Heaven's decree, firm, stable, and entire,
  Thy wish repugns, and gainst thy will is bent,
  Nor yet the time hath Titan's gliding fire
  Met forth, prefixed for this discoverment,
  Nor is it lawful of the ocean main
  That you the secrets know, or known explain.

  XL
  "To you withouten needle, map or card
  It's given to pass these seas, and there arrive
  Where in strong prison lies your knight imbarred,
  And of her prey you must the witch deprive:
  If further to aspire you be prepared,
  In vain gainst fate and Heaven's decree you strive."
  While thus she said, the first seen isle gave place,
  And high and rough the second showed his face.

  XLI
  They saw how eastward stretched in order long,
  The happy islands sweetly flowering lay;
  And how the seas betwixt those isles enthrong,
  And how they shouldered land from land away:
  In seven of them the people rude among
  The shady trees their sheds had built of clay,
  The rest lay waste, unless wild beasts unseen,
  Or wanton nymphs, roamed on the mountains green.

  XLII
  A secret place they found in one of those,
  Where the cleft shore sea in his bosom takes,
  And 'twixt his stretched arms doth fold and close
  An ample bay, a rock the haven makes,
  Which to the main doth his broad back oppose,
  Whereon the roaring billow cleaves and breaks,
  And here and there two crags like turrets high,
  Point forth a port to all that sail thereby:

  XLIII
  The quiet seas below lie safe and still,
  The green wood like a garland grows aloft,
  Sweet caves within, cool shades and waters shrill,
  Where lie the nymphs on moss and ivy soft;
  No anchor there needs hold her frigate still,
  Nor cable twisted sure, though breaking oft:
  Into this desert, silent, quiet, glad,
  Entered the dame, and there her haven made.

  XLIV
  "The palace proudly built," quoth she, "behold,
  That sits on top of yonder mountain's height,
  Of Christ's true faith there lies the champion bold
  In idleness, love, fancy, folly light;
  When Phoebus shall his rising beams unfold,
  Prepare you gainst the hill to mount upright,
  Nor let this stay in your bold hearts breed care,
  For, save that one, all hours unlucky are;

  XLV
  "But yet this evening, if you make good speed,
  To that hill's foot with daylight might you pass."
  Thus said the dame their guide, and they agreed,
  And took their leave and leaped forth on the grass;
  They found the way that to the hill doth lead,
  And softly went that neither tired was,
  But at the mountain's foot they both arrived,
  Before the sun his team in waters dived.

  XLVI
  They saw how from the crags and clefts below
  His proud and stately pleasant top grew out,
  And how his sides were clad with frost and snow,
  The height was green with herbs and flowerets sout,
  Like hairy locks the trees about him grow,
  The rocks of ice keep watch and ward about,
  The tender roses and the lilies new,
  Thus art can nature change, and kind subdue.

  XLVII
  Within a thick, a dark and shady plot,
  At the hill's foot that night the warriors dwell,
  But when the sun his rays bright, shining, hot,
  Dispread of golden light the eternal well,
  "Up, up," they cried, and fiercely up they got,
  And climbed boldly gainst the mountain fell;
  But forth there crept, from whence I cannot say,
  An ugly serpent which forestalled their way.

  XLVIII
  Armed with golden scales his head and crest
  He lifted high, his neck swelled great with ire,
  Flamed his eyes, and hiding with his breast
  All the broad path, he poison breathed and fire,
  Now reached he forth in folds and forward pressed,
  Now would he back in rolls and heaps retire,
  Thus he presents himself to guard the place,
  The knights pressed forward with assured pace:

  XLIX
  Charles drew forth his brand to strike the snake;
  Ubaldo cried, "Stay, my companion dear,
  Will you with sword or weapon battle make
  Against this monster that affronts us here?"
  This said, he gan his charmed rod to shake,
  So that the serpent durst not hiss for fear,
  But fled, and dead for dread fell on the grass,
  And so the passage plain, eath, open was.

  L
  A little higher on the way they met
  A lion fierce that hugely roared and cried,
  His crest he reared high, and open set
  Of his broad-gaping jaws the furnace wide,
  His stern his back oft smote, his rage to whet,
  But when the sacred staff he once espied
  A trembling fear through his bold heart was spread,
  His native wrath was gone, and swift he fled.

  LI
  The hardy couple on their way forth wend,
  And met a host that on them roar and gape,
  Of savage beasts, tofore unseen, unkend,
  Differing in voice, in semblance, and in shape;
  All monsters which hot Afric doth forthsend,
  Twixt Nilus, Atlas, and the southern cape,
  Were all there met, and all wild beasts besides
  Hyrcania breeds, or Hyrcane forest hides.

  LII
  But yet that fierce, that strange and savage host
  Could not in presence of those worthies stand,
  But fled away, their heart and courage lost,
  When Lord Ubaldo shook his charming wand.
  No other let their passage stopped or crossed;
  Till on the mountain's top themselves they land,
  Save that the ice, the frost, and drifted snow,
  Oft made them feeble, weary, faint and slow.

  LIII
  But having passed all that frozen ground,
  And overgone that winter sharp and keen,
  A warm, mild, pleasant, gentle sky they found,
  That overspread a large and ample green,
  The winds breathed spikenard, myrrh, and balm around,
  The blasts were firm, unchanged, stable been,
  Not as elsewhere the winds now rise now fall,
  And Phoebus there aye shines, sets not at all.

  LIV
  Not as elsewhere now sunshine bright now showers,
  Now heat now cold, there interchanged were,
  But everlasting spring mild heaven down pours, —
  In which nor rain, nor storm, nor clouds appear, —
  Nursing to fields, their grass; to grass, his flowers;
  To flowers their smell; to trees, the leaves they bear:
  There by a lake a stately palace stands,
  That overlooks all mountains, seas and lands:

  LV
  The passage hard against the mountain steep
  These travellers had faint and weary made,
  That through those grassy plains they scantly creep;
  They walked, they rested oft, they went, they stayed,
  When from the rocks, that seemed for joy to weep,
  Before their feet a dropping crystal played
  Enticing them to drink, and on the flowers
  The plenteous spring a thousand streams down pours,

  LVI
  All which, united in the springing grass,
  Ate forth a channel through the tender green
  And underneath eternal shade did pass,
  With murmur shrill, cold, pure, and scantly seen;
  Yet so transparent, that perceived was
  The bottom rich, and sands that golden been,
  And on the brims the silken grass aloft
  Proffered them seats, sweet, easy, fresh and soft.

  LVII
  "See here the stream of laughter, see the spring,"
  Quoth they, "of danger and of deadly pain,
  Here fond desire must by fair governing
  Be ruled, our lust bridled with wisdom's rein,
  Our ears be stopped while these Sirens sing,
  Their notes enticing man to pleasure vain."
  Thus passed they forward where the stream did make
  An ample pond, a large and spacious lake.

  LVIII
  There on a table was all dainty food
  That sea, that earth, or liquid air could give,
  And in the crystal of the laughing flood
  They saw two naked virgins bathe and dive,
  That sometimes toying, sometimes wrestling stood,
  Sometimes for speed and skill in swimming strive,
  Now underneath they dived, now rose above,
  And ticing baits laid forth of lust and love.

  LIX
  These naked wantons, tender, fair and white,
  Moved so far the warriors' stubborn hearts,
  That on their shapes they gazed with delight;
  The nymphs applied their sweet alluring arts,
  And one of them above the waters quite,
  Lift up her head, her breasts and higher parts,
  And all that might weak eyes subdue and take,
  Her lower beauties veiled the gentle lake.

  LX
  As when the morning star, escaped and fled
  From greedy waves, with dewy beams up flies,
  Or as the Queen of Love, new born and bred
  Of the Ocean's fruitful froth, did first arise:
  So vented she her golden locks forth shed
  Round pearls and crystal moist therein which lies:
  But when her eyes upon the knights she cast,
  She start, and feigned her of their sight aghast.

  LXI
  And her fair locks, that in a knot were tied
  High on her crown, she 'gan at large unfold;
  Which falling long and thick and spreading wide,
  The ivory soft and white mantled in gold:
  Thus her fair skin the dame would clothe and hide,
  And that which hid it no less fair was hold;
  Thus clad in waves and locks, her eyes divine,
  From them ashamed did she turn and twine.

  LXII
  Withal she smiled and she blushed withal,
  Her blush, her smilings, smiles her blushing graced:
  Over her face her amber tresses fall,
  Whereunder Love himself in ambush placed:
  At last she warbled forth a treble small,
  And with sweet looks her sweet songs interlaced;
  "Oh happy men I that have the grace," quoth she,
  "This bliss, this heaven, this paradise to see.

  LXIII
  "This is the place wherein you may assuage
  Your sorrows past, here is that joy and bliss
  That flourished in the antique golden age,
  Here needs no law, here none doth aught amiss:
  Put off those arms and fear not Mars his rage,
  Your sword, your shield, your helmet needless is;
  Then consecrate them here to endless rest,
  You shall love's champions be, and soldiers blest.

  LXIV
  "The fields for combat here are beds of down,
  Or heaped lilies under shady brakes;
  But come and see our queen with golden crown,
  That all her servants blest and happy makes,
  She will admit you gently for her own,
  Numbered with those that of her joy partakes:
  But first within this lake your dust and sweat
  Wash off, and at that table sit and eat."

  LXV
  While thus she sung, her sister lured them nigh
  With many a gesture kind and loving show,
  To music's sound as dames in court apply
  Their cunning feet, and dance now swift now slow:
  But still the knights unmoved passed by,
  These vain delights for wicked charms they know,
  Nor could their heavenly voice or angel's look,
  Surprise their hearts, if eye or ear they took.

  LXVI
  For if that sweetness once but touched their hearts,
  And proffered there to kindle Cupid's fire,
  Straight armed Reason to his charge up starts,
  And quencheth Lust, and killeth fond Desire;
  Thus scorned were the dames, their wiles and arts
  And to the palace gates the knights retire,
  While in their stream the damsels dived sad,
  Ashamed, disgraced, for that repulse they had.

SIXTEENTH BOOK

  THE ARGUMENT.
  The searchers pass through all the palace bright
  Where in sweet prison lies Rinaldo pent,
  And do so much, that full of rage and spite,
  With them he goes sad, shamed, discontent:
  With plaints and prayers to retain her knight
  Armida strives; he hears, but thence he went,
  And she forlorn her palace great and fair
  Destroys for grief, and flies thence through the air.

  I
  The palace great is builded rich and round,
  And in the centre of the inmost hold
  There lies a garden sweet, on fertile ground,
  Fairer than that where grew the trees of gold:
  The cunning sprites had buildings reared around
  With doors and entries false a thousandfold,
  A labyrinth they made that fortress brave,
  Like Daedal's prison, or Porsenna's grave.

  II
  The knights passed through the castle's largest gate,
  Though round about an hundred ports there shine,
  The door-leaves framed of carved silver-plate,
  Upon their golden hinges turn and twine.
  They stayed to view this work of wit and state.
  The workmanship excelled the substance fine,
  For all the shapes in that rich metal wrought,
  Save speech, of living bodies wanted naught.

  III
  Alcides there sat telling tales, and spun
  Among the feeble troops of damsels mild,
  He that the fiery gates of hell had won
  And heaven upheld; false Love stood by and smiled:
  Armed with his club fair Iole forth run,
  His club with blood of monsters foul defiled,
  And on her back his lion's skin had she,
  Too rough a bark for such a tender tree.

  IV
  Beyond was made a sea, whose azure flood
  The hoary froth crushed from the surges blue,
  Wherein two navies great well ranged stood
  Of warlike ships, fire from their arms outflew,
  The waters burned about their vessels good,
  Such flames the gold therein enchased threw,
  Caesar his Romans hence, the Asian kings
  Thence Antony and Indian princes brings.

  V
  The Cyclades seemed to swim amid the main,
  And hill gainst hill, and mount gainst mountain smote,
  With such great fury met those armies twain;
  Here burnt a ship, there sunk a bark or boat,
  Here darts and wild-fire flew, there drowned or slain
  Of princes dead the bodies fleet and float;
  Here Caesar wins, and yonder conquered been
  The Eastern ships, there fled the Egyptian queen:

  VI
  Antonius eke himself to flight betook,
  The empire lost to which he would aspire,
  Yet fled not he nor fight for fear forsook,
  But followed her, drawn on by fond desire:
  Well might you see within his troubled look,
  Strive and contend, love, courage, shame and ire;
  Oft looked he back, oft gazed he on the fight,
  But oftener on his mistress and her flight.

  VII
  Then in the secret creeks of fruitful Nile,
  Cast in her lap, he would sad death await,
  And in the pleasure of her lovely smile
  Sweeten the bitter stroke of cursed fate:
  All this did art with curious hand compile
  In the rich metal of that princely gate.
  The knights these stories viewed first and last,
  Which seen, they forward pressed, and in they passed:

  VIII
  As through his channel crooked Meander glides
  With turns and twines, and rolls now to, now fro,
  Whose streams run forth there to the salt sea sides
  Here back return and to their springward go:
  Such crooked paths, such ways this palace hides;
  Yet all the maze their map described so,
  That through the labyrinth they got in fine,
  As Theseus did by Ariadne's line.

  IX
  When they had passed all those troubled ways,
  The garden sweet spread forth her green to show,
  The moving crystal from the fountains plays,
  Fair trees, high plants, strange herbs and flowerets new,
  Sunshiny hills, dales hid from Phoebus' rays,
  Groves, arbors, mossy caves, at once they view,
  And that which beauty moat, most wonder brought,
  Nowhere appeared the art which all this wrought.

  X
  So with the rude the polished mingled was
  That natural seemed all and every part,
  Nature would craft in counterfeiting pass,
  And imitate her imitator art:
  Mild was the air, the skies were clear as glass,
  The trees no whirlwind felt, nor tempest smart,
  But ere the fruit drop off, the blossom comes,
  This springs, that falls, that ripeneth and this blooms.

  XI
  The leaves upon the self-same bough did hide
  Beside the young the old and ripened fig,
  Here fruit was green, there ripe with vermeil side,
  The apples new and old grew on one twig,
  The fruitful vine her arms spread high and wide
  That bended underneath their clusters big,
  The grapes were tender here, hard, young and sour,
  There purple ripe, and nectar sweet forth pour.

  XII
  The joyous birds, hid under greenwood shade,
  Sung merry notes on every branch and bough,
  The wind that in the leaves and waters played
  With murmur sweet, now sung, and whistled now;
  Ceased the birds, the wind loud answer made,
  And while they sung, it rumbled soft and low;
  Thus were it hap or cunning, chance or art,
  The wind in this strange music bore his part.

  XIII
  With party-colored plumes' and purple bill,
  A wondrous bird among the rest there flew,
  That in plain speech sung love-lays loud and shrill,
  Her leden was like human language true;
  So much she talked, and with such wit and skill,
  That strange it seemed how much good she knew,
  Her feathered fellows all stood hush to hear,
  Dumb was the wind, the waters silent were.

  XIV
  "The gently budding rose," quoth she, "behold,
  That first scant peeping forth with virgin beams,
  Half ope, half shut, her beauties doth upfold
  In their dear leaves, and less seen, fairer seems,
  And after spreads them forth more broad and bold,
  Then languisheth and dies in last extremes,
  Nor seems the same, that decked bed and bower
  Of many a lady late, and paramour;

  XV
  "So, in the passing of a day, doth pass
  The bud and blossom of the life of man,
  Nor e'er doth flourish more, but like the grass
  Cut down, becometh withered, pale and wan:
  Oh gather then the rose while time thou hast
  Short is the day, done when it scant began,
  Gather the rose of love, while yet thou mayest,
  Loving, be loved; embracing, be embraced."

  XVI
  He ceased, and as approving all he spoke,
  The choir of birds their heavenly tunes renew,
  The turtles sighed, and sighs with kisses broke,
  The fowls to shades unseen by pairs withdrew;
  It seemed the laurel chaste, and stubborn oak,
  And all the gentle trees on earth that grew,
  It seemed the land, the sea, and heaven above,
  All breathed out fancy sweet, and sighed out love.

  XVII
  Through all this music rare, and strong consent
  Of strange allurements, sweet bove mean and measure,
  Severe, firm, constant, still the knights forthwent,
  Hardening their hearts gainst false enticing pleasure,
  Twixt leaf and leaf their sight before they sent,
  And after crept themselves at ease and leisure,
  Till they beheld the queen, set with their knight
  Besides the lake, shaded with boughs from sight:

  XVIII
  Her breasts were naked, for the day was hot,
  Her locks unbound waved in the wanton wind;
  Some deal she sweat, tired with the game you wot,
  Her sweat-drops bright, white, round, like pearls of Ind;
  Her humid eyes a fiery smile forthshot
  That like sunbeams in silver fountains shined,
  O'er him her looks she hung, and her soft breast
  The pillow was, where he and love took rest.

  XIX
  His hungry eyes upon her face he fed,
  And feeding them so, pined himself away;
  And she, declining often down her head,
  His lips, his cheeks, his eyes kissed, as he lay,
  Wherewith he sighed, as if his soul had fled
  From his frail breast to hers, and there would stay
  With her beloved sprite: the armed pair
  These follies all beheld and this hot fare.

  XX
  Down by the lovers' side there pendent was
  A crystal mirror, bright, pure, smooth, and neat,
  He rose, and to his mistress held the glass,
  A noble page, graced with that service great;
  She, with glad looks, he with inflamed, alas,
  Beauty and love beheld, both in one seat;
  Yet them in sundry objects each espies,
  She, in the glass, he saw them in her eyes:

  XXI
  Her, to command; to serve, it pleased the knight;
  He proud of bondage; of her empire, she;
  "My dear," he said, "that blessest with thy sight
  Even blessed angels, turn thine eyes to me,
  For painted in my heart and portrayed right
  Thy worth, thy beauties and perfections be,
  Of which the form; the shape and fashion best,
  Not in this glass is seen, but in my breast.

  XXII
  "And if thou me disdain, yet be content
  At least so to behold thy lovely hue,
  That while thereon thy looks are fixed and bent
  Thy happy eyes themselves may see and view;
  So rare a shape no crystal can present,
  No glass contain that heaven of beauties true;
  Oh let the skies thy worthy mirror be!
  And in dear stars try shape and image see."

  XXIII
  And with that word she smiled, and ne'ertheless
  Her love-toys still she used, and pleasures bold!
  Her hair, that done, she twisted up in tress,
  And looser locks in silken laces rolled,
  Her curles garlandwise she did up-dress,
  Wherein, like rich enamel laid on gold,
  The twisted flowers smiled, and her white breast
  The lilies there that spring with roses dressed.

  XXIV
  The jolly peacock spreads not half so fair
  The eyed feathers of his pompous train;
  Nor golden Iris so bends in the air
  Her twenty-colored bow, through clouds of rain;
  Yet all her ornaments, strange, rich and rare,
  Her girdle did in price and beauty stain,
  Nor that, with scorn, which Tuscan Guilla lost,
  Igor Venus Ceston, could match this for cost.

  XXV
  Of mild denays, of tender scorns, of sweet
  Repulses, war, peace, hope, despair, joy, fear,
  Of smiles, jests, mirth, woe, grief, and sad regreet,
  Sighs, sorrows, tears, embracements, kisses dear,
  That mixed first by weight and measure meet,
  Then at an easy fire attempered were,
  This wondrous girdle did Armida frame,
  And, when she would be loved, wore the same.

  XXVI
  But when her wooing fit was brought to end,
  She congee took, kissed him, and went her way;
  For once she used every day to wend
  Bout her affairs, her spells and charms to say:
  The youth remained, yet had no power to bend
  One step from thence, but used there to stray
  Mongst the sweet birds, through every walk and grove
  Alone, save for an hermit false called Love.

  XXVII
  And when the silence deep and friendly shade
  Recalled the lovers to their wonted sport,
  In a fair room for pleasure built, they laid,
  And longest nights with joys made sweet and short.
  Now while the queen her household things surveyed,
  And left her lord her garden and disport,
  The twain that hidden in the bushes were
  Before the prince in glistering arms appear:

  XXVIII
  As the fierce steed for age withdrawn from war
  Wherein the glorious beast had always wone,
  That in vile rest from fight sequestered far,
  Feeds with the mares at large, his service done,
  If arms he see, or hear the trumpet's jar,
  He neigheth loud and thither fast doth run,
  And wiseth on his back the armed knight,
  Longing for jousts, for tournament and fight:

  XXIX
  So fared Rinaldo when the glorious light
  Of their bright harness glistered in his eyes,
  His noble sprite awaked at that sight
  His blood began to warm, his heart to rise,
  Though, drunk with ease, devoid of wonted might
  On sleep till then his weakened virtue lies.
  Ubaldo forward stepped, and to him hield
  Of diamonds clear that pure and precious shield.

  XXX
  Upon the targe his looks amazed he bent,
  And therein all his wanton habit spied,
  His civet, balm, and perfumes redolent,
  How from his locks they smoked and mantle wide,
  His sword that many a Pagan stout had shent,
  Bewrapped with flowers, hung idly by his side,
  So nicely decked that it seemed the knight
  Wore it for fashion's sake but not for fight.

  XXXI
  As when, from sleep and idle dreams abraid,
  A man awaked calls home his wits again;
  So in beholding his attire he played,
  But yet to view himself could not sustain,
  His looks he downward cast and naught he said,
  Grieved, shamed, sad, he would have died fain,
  And oft he wished the earth or ocean wide
  Would swallow him, and so his errors hide.

  XXXII
  Ubaldo took the time, and thus begun,
  "All Europe now and Asia be in war,
  And all that Christ adore and fame have won,
  In battle strong, in Syria fighting are;
  But thee alone, Bertoldo's noble son,
  This little corner keeps, exiled far
  From all the world, buried in sloth and shame,
  A carpet champion for a wanton dame.

  XXXIII
  "What letharge hath in drowsiness up-penned
  Thy courage thus? what sloth doth thee infect?
  Up, up, our camp and Godfrey for thee send,
  Thee fortune, praise and victory expect,
  Come, fatal champion, bring to happy end
  This enterprise begun, all that sect
  Which oft thou shaken hast to earth full low
  With thy sharp brand strike down, kill, overthrow."

  XXXIV
  This said, the noble infant stood a space
  Confused, speechless, senseless, ill-ashamed;
  But when that shame to just disdain gave place,
  To fierce disdain, from courage sprung untamed,
  Another redness blushed through his face,
  Whence worthy anger shone, displeasure flamed,
  His nice attire in scorn he rent and tore,
  For of his bondage vile that witness bore;

  XXXV
  That done, he hasted from the charmed fort,
  And through the maze passed with his searchers twain.
  Armida of her mount and chiefest port
  Wondered to find the furious keeper slain,
  Awhile she feared, but she knew in short,
  That her dear lord was fled, then saw she plain,
  Ah, woful sight! how from her gates the man
  In haste, in fear, in wrath, in anger ran.

  XXXVI
  "Whither, O cruel! leavest thou me alone?"
  She would have cried, her grief her speeches stayed,
  So that her woful words are backward gone,
  And in her heart a bitter echo made;
  Poor soul, of greater skill than she was one
  Whose knowledge from her thus her joy conveyed,
  This wist she well, yet had desire to prove
  If art could keep, if charms recall her love.

  XXXVII
  All what the witches of Thessalia land,
  With lips unpure yet ever said or spake,
  Words that could make heaven's rolling circles stand,
  And draw the damned ghosts from Limbo lake,
  All well she knew, but yet no time she fand
  To use her knowledge or her charms to make,
  But left her arts, and forth she ran to prove
  If single beauty were best charm for love.

  XXXVIII
  She ran, nor of her honor took regard,
  Oh where be all her vaunts and triumphs now?
  Love's empire great of late she made or marred,
  To her his subjects humbly bend and bow,
  And with her pride mixed was a scorn so hard,
  That to be loved she loved, yet whilst they woo
  Her lovers all she hates; that pleased her will
  To conquer men, and conquered so, to kill.

  XXXIX
  But now herself disdained, abandoned,
  Ran after him; that from her fled in scorn,
  And her despised beauty labored
  With humble plaints and prayers to adorn:
  She ran and hasted after him that fled,
  Through frost and snow, through brier, bush and thorn,
  And sent her cries on message her before,
  That reached not him till he had reached the shore.

  XL
  "Oh thou that leav'st but half behind," quoth she,
  "Of my poor heart, and half with thee dost carry,
  Oh take this part, or render that to me,
  Else kill them both at once, ah tarry, tarry:
  Hear my last words, no parting kiss of thee
  I crave, for some more fit with thee to marry
  Keep them, unkind; what fear'st thou if thou stay?
  Thou may'st deny, as well as run away."

  XLI
  At this Rinaldo stopped, stood still, and stayed,
  She came, sad, breathless, weary, faint and weak,
  So woe-begone was never nymph or maid
  And yet her beauty's pride grief could not break,
  On him she looked, she gazed, but naught she said,
  She would not, could not, or she durst not speak,
  At her he looked not, glanced not, if he did,
  Those glances shamefaced were, close, secret, hid.

  XLII
  As cunning singers, ere they strain on high,
  In loud melodious tunes, their gentle voice,
  Prepare the hearers' ears to harmony
  With feignings sweet, low notes and warbles choice:
  So she, not having yet forgot pardie
  Her wonted shifts and sleights in Cupid's toys,
  A sequence first of sighs and sobs forthcast,
  To breed compassion dear, then spake at last:

  XLIII
  "Suppose not, cruel, that I come to vow
  Or pray, as ladies do their loves and lords;
  Such were we late, if thou disdain it now,
  Or scorn to grant such grace as love affords,
  At least yet as an enemy listen thou:
  Sworn foes sometimes will talk and chaffer words,
  For what I ask thee, may'st thou grant right well,
  And lessen naught thy wrath and anger fell.

  XLIV
  "If me thou hate, and in that hate delight,
  I come not to appease thee, hate me still,
  It's like for like; I bore great hate and spite
  Gainst Christians all, chiefly I wish thee ill:
  I was a Pagan born, and all my might
  Against Godfredo bent, mine art and skill:
  I followed thee, took thee, and bore thee far,
  To this strange isle, and kept thee safe from war.

  XLV
  "And more, which more thy hate may justly move,
  More to thy loss, more to thy shame and grief,
  I thee inchanted, and allured to love,
  Wicked deceit, craft worthy sharp reprief;
  Mine honor gave I thee all gifts above,
  And of my beauties made thee lord and chief,
  And to my suitors old what I denayed,
  That gave I thee, my lover new, unprayed.

  XLVI
  "But reckon that among, my faults, and let
  Those many wrongs provoke thee so to wrath,
  That hence thou run, and that at naught thou set
  This pleasant house, so many joys which hath;
  Go, travel, pass the seas, fight, conquest get,
  Destroy our faith, what shall I say, our faith?
  Ah no! no longer ours; before thy shrine
  Alone I pray, thou cruel saint of mine;

  XLVII
  "All only let me go with thee, unkind,
  A small request although I were thy foe,
  The spoiler seldom leaves the prey behind,
  Who triumphs lets his captives with him go;
  Among thy prisoners poor Armida bind,
  And let the camp increase thy praises so,
  That thy beguiler so thou couldst beguile,
  And point at me, thy thrall and bondslave vile.

  XLVIII
  "Despised bondslave, since my lord doth hate
  These locks, why keep I them or hold them dear?
  Come cut them off, that to my servile state
  My habit answer may, and all my gear:
  I follow thee in spite of death and fate,
  Through battles fierce where dangers most appear,
  Courage I have, and strength enough perchance,
  To lead thy courser spare, and bear thy lance:

  XLIX
  "I will or bear, or be myself, thy shield,
  And to defend thy life. will lose mine own:
  This breast, this bosom soft shall be thy bield
  Gainst storms of arrows, darts and weapons thrown;
  Thy foes, pardie, encountering thee in field,
  Will spare to strike thee, mine affection known,
  Lest me they wound, nor will sharp vengeance take
  On thee, for this despised beauty's sake.

  L
  "O wretch! dare I still vaunt, or help invoke
  From this poor beauty, scorned and disdained?"
  She said no more, her tears her speeches broke,
  Which from her eyes like streams from springs down rained:
  She would have caught him by the hand or cloak,
  But he stepped backward, and himself restrained,
  Conquered his will, his heart ruth softened not,
  There plaints no issue, love no entrance got.

  LI
  Love entered not to kindle in his breast,
  Which Reason late had quenched, his wonted flame;
  Yet entered Pity in the place at least,
  Love's sister, but a chaste and sober dame,
  And stirred him so, that hardly he suppressed
  The springing tears that to his eyes up came;
  But yet even there his plaints repressed were,
  And, as he could, he looked, and feigned cheer.

  LII
  "Madam," quoth he, "for your distress I grieve,
  And would amend it, if I might or could.
  From your wise heart that fond affection drive:
  I cannot hate nor scorn you though I would,
  I seek no vengeance, wrongs I all forgive,
  Nor you my servant nor my foe I hold,
  Truth is, you erred, and your estate forgot,
  Too great your hate was, and your love too hot.

  LIII
  "But those are common faults, and faults of kind,
  Excused by nature, by your sex and years;
  I erred likewise, if I pardon find
  None can condemn you, that our trespass hears;
  Your dear remembrance will I keep in mind,
  In joys, in woes, in comforts, hopes and fears,
  Call me your soldier and your knight, as far
  As Christian faith permits, and Asia's war.

  LIV
  "Ah, let our faults and follies here take end,
  And let our errors past you satisfy,
  And in this angle of the world ypend,
  Let both the fame and shame thereof now die,
  From all the earth where I am known and kenned,
  I wish this fact should still concealed lie:
  Nor yet in following me, poor knight, disgrace
  Your worth, your beauty, and your princely race.

  LV
  "Stay here in peace, I go, nor wend you may
  With me, my guide your fellowship denies,
  Stay here or hence depart some better way,
  And calm your thoughts, you are both sage and wise."
  While thus he spoke, her passions found no stay,
  But here and there she turned and rolled her eyes,
  And staring on his face awhile, at last
  Thus in foul terms, her bitter wrath forth brast:

  LVI
  "Of Sophia fair thou never wert the child,
  Nor of the Azzain race ysprung thou art,
  The mad sea-waves thee hare, some tigress wild
  On Caucasus' cold crags nursed thee apart;
  Ah, cruel man l in whom no token mild
  Appears, of pity, ruth, or tender heart,
  Could not my griefs, my woes, my plaints, and all
  One sigh strain from thy breast, one tear make fall?

  LVII
  "What shall I say, or how renew my speech?
  He scorns me, leaves me, bids me call him mine:
  The victor hath his foe within his reach;
  Yet pardons her, that merits death and pine;
  Hear how he counsels me; how he can preach,
  Like chaste Xenocrates, gainst love divine;
  O heavens, O gods! why do these men of shame,
  Thus spoil your temples and blaspheme your name?

  LVIII
  "Go cruel, go, go with such peace, such rest,
  Such joy, such comfort, as thou leavest me here:
  My angry soul discharged from this weak breast,
  Shall haunt thee ever, and attend thee near,
  And fury-like in snakes and firebrands dressed,
  Shall aye torment thee, whom it late held dear:
  And if thou 'scape the seas, the rocks, and sands
  And come to fight among the Pagan bands,

  LIX
  "There lying wounded, mongst the hurt and slain,
  Of these my wrongs thou shalt the vengeance bear,
  And oft Armida shalt thou call in vain,
  At thy last gasp; this hope I soon to hear:"
  Here fainted she, with sorrow, grief and pain,
  Her latest words scant well expressed were,
  But in a swoon on earth outstretched she lies,
  Stiff were her frozen limbs, closed were her eyes.

  LX
  Thou closed thine eyes, Armida, heaven envied
  Ease to thy grief, or comfort to thy woe;
  Ah, open then again, see tears down slide
  From his kind eyes, whom thou esteem'st thy foe,
  If thou hadst heard, his sighs had mollified
  Thine anger, hard he sighed and mourned so;
  And as he could with sad and rueful look
  His leave of thee and last farewell he took.

  LXI
  What should he do? leave on the naked sand
  This woful lady half alive, half dead?
  Kindness forbade, pity did that withstand;
  But hard constraint, alas! did thence him lead;
  Away he went, the west wind blew from land
  Mongst the rich tresses of their pilot's head,
  And with that golden sail the waves she cleft,
  To land he looked, till land unseen he left.

  LXII
  Waked from her trance, foresaken, speechless, sad,
  Armida wildly stared and gazed about,
  "And is he gone," quoth she, "nor pity had
  To leave me thus twixt life and death in doubt?
  Could he not stay? could not the traitor-lad
  From this last trance help or recall me out?
  And do I love him still, and on this sand
  Still unrevenged, still mourn, still weeping stand?

  LXIII
  "Fie no! complaints farewell! with arms and art
  I will pursue to death this spiteful knight,
  Not earth's low centre, nor sea's deepest part,
  Not heaven, nor hell, can shield him from my might,
  I will o'ertake him, take him, cleave his heart,
  Such vengeance fits a wronged lover's spite,
  In cruelty that cruel knight surpass
  I will, but what avail vain words, alas?

  LXIV
  "O fool! thou shouldest have been cruel than,
  For then this cruel well deserved thine ire,
  When thou in prison hadst entrapped the man,
  Now dead with cold, too late thou askest fire;
  But though my wit, my cunning nothing can,
  Some other means shall work my heart's desire,
  To thee, my beauty, thine be all these wrongs,
  Vengeance to thee, to thee revenge belongs.

  LXV
  "Thou shalt be his reward, with murdering brand
  That dare this traitor of his head deprive,
  O you my lovers, on this rock doth stand
  The castle of her love for whom you strive,
  I, the sole heir of all Damascus land,
  For this revenge myself and kingdom give,
  If by this price my will I cannot gain,
  Nature gives beauty; fortune, wealth in vain.

  LXVI
  "But thee, vain gift, vain beauty, thee I scorn,
  I hate the kingdom which I have to give,
  I hate myself, and rue that I was born,
  Only in hope of sweet revenge I live."
  Thus raging with fell ire she gan return
  From that bare shore in haste, and homeward drive,
  And as true witness of her frantic ire,
  Her locks waved loose, face shone, eyes sparkled fire.

  LXVII
  When she came home, she called with outcries shrill,
  A thousand devils in Limbo deep that won,
  Black clouds the skies with horrid darkness fill,
  And pale for dread became the eclipsed sun,
  The whirlwind blustered big on every hill,
  And hell to roar under her feet begun,
  You might have heard how through the palace wide,
  Some spirits howled, some barked, some hissed, some cried.

  LXVIII
  A shadow, blacker than the mirkest night,
  Environed all the place with darkness sad,
  Wherein a firebrand gave a dreadful light,
  Kindled in hell by Tisiphone the mad;
  Vanished the shade, the sun appeared in sight,
  Pale were his beams, the air was nothing glad,
  And all the palace vanished was and gone,
  Nor of so great a work was left one stone.

  LXIX
  As oft the clouds frame shapes of castles great
  Amid the air, that little time do last,
  But are dissolved by wind or Titan's heat,
  Or like vain dreams soon made, and sooner past:
  The palace vanished so, nor in his seat
  Left aught but rocks and crags, by kind there placed;
  She in her coach which two old serpents drew,
  Sate down, and as she used, away she flew.

  LXX
  She broke the clouds, and cleft the yielding sky,
  And bout her gathered tempest, storm and wind,
  The lands that view the south pole flew she by,
  And left those unknown countries far behind,
  The Straits of Hercules she passed, which lie
  Twixt Spain and Afric, nor her flight inclined
  To north or south, but still did forward ride
  O'er seas and streams, till Syria's coasts she spied.

  LXXI
  Now she went forward to Damascus fair,
  But of her country dear she fled the sight,
  And guided to Asphaltes' lake her chair,
  Where stood her castle, there she ends her flight,
  And from her damsels far, she made repair
  To a deep vault, far from resort and light,
  Where in sad thoughts a thousand doubts she cast,
  Till grief and shame to wrath gave place at last.

  LXXII
  "I will not hence," quoth she, "till Egypt's lord
  In aid of Zion's king his host shall move;
  Then will I use all helps that charms afford,
  And change my shape or sex if so behove:
  Well can I handle bow, or lance, or sword,
  The worthies all will aid me, for my love:
  I seek revenge, and to obtain the same,
  Farewell, regard of honor; farewell, shame.

  LXXIII
  "Nor let mine uncle and protector me
  Reprove for this, he most deserves the blame,
  My heart and sex, that weak and tender be,
  He bent to deeds that maidens ill became;
  His niece a wandering damsel first made he,
  He spurred my youth, and I cast off my shame,
  His be the fault, if aught gainst mine estate
  I did for love, or shall commit for hate."

  LXXIV
  This said, her knights, her ladies, pages, squires
  She all assembleth, and for journey fit
  In such fair arms and vestures them attires
  As showed her wealth, and well declared her wit;
  And forward marched, full of strange desires,
  Nor rested she by day or night one whit,
  Till she came there, where all the eastern bands,
  Their kings and princes, lay on Gaza's sands.

SEVENTEENTH BOOK

  THE ARGUMENT.
  Egypt's great host in battle-ray forth brought,
  The Caliph sends with Godfrey's power to fight;
  Armida, who Rinaldo's ruin sought,
  To them adjoins herself and Syria's might.
  To satisfy her cruel will and thought,
  She gives herself to him that kills her knight:
  He takes his fatal arms, and in his shield
  His ancestors and their great deeds beheld.

  I
  Gaza the city on the frontier stands
  Of Juda's realm, as men to Egypt ride,
  Built near the sea, beside it of dry sands
  Huge wildernesses lie and deserts wide
  Which the strong winds lift from the parched lands
  And toss like roaring waves in roughest tide,
  That from those storms poor passengers almost
  No refuge find, but there are drowned and lost.

  II
  Within this town, won from the Turks of yore
  Strong garrison the king of Egypt placed,
  And for it nearer was, and fitted more
  That high emprise to which his thoughts he cast,
  He left great Memphis, and to Gaza bore
  His regal throne, and there, from countries vast
  Of his huge empire all the puissant host
  Assembled he, and mustered on the coast.

  III
  Come say, my Muse, what manner times these were,
  And in those times how stood the state of things,
  What power this monarch had, what arms they bear,
  What nations subject, and what friends he brings;
  From all lands the southern ocean near,
  Or morning star, came princes, dukes and kings,
  And only thou of half the world well-nigh
  The armies, lords, and captains canst descry.

  IV
  When Egypt from the Greekish emperor
  Rebelled first, and Christ's true faith denied,
  Of Mahomet's descent a warrior
  There set his throne and ruled that kingdom wide,
  Caliph he hight, and Caliphs since that hour
  Are his successors named all beside:
  So Nilus old his kings long time had seen
  That Ptolemies and Pharaohs called had been.

  V
  Established was that kingdom in short while,
  And grew so great, that over Asia's lands
  And Lybia's realms it stretched many a mile,
  From Syria's coasts as far as Cirene sands,
  And southward passed gainst the course of Nile,
  Through the hot clime where burnt Syene stands,
  Hence bounded in with sandy deserts waste,
  And thence with Euphrates' rich flood embraced.

  VI
  Maremma, myrrh and spices that doth bring,
  And all the rich red sea it comprehends,
  And to those lands, toward the morning spring
  That lie beyond that gulf, it far extends;
  Great is that empire, greater by the king
  That rules it now, whose worth the land amends,
  And makes more famous, lord thereof by blood,
  By wisdom, valor, and all virtues good.

  VII
  With Turks and Persians war he oft did wage,
  And oft he won, and sometimes lost the field,
  Nor could his adverse fortune aught assuage
  His valor's heat or make his proud heart yield,
  But when he grew unfit for war through age,
  He sheathed his sword and laid aside his shield:
  But yet his warlike mind he laid not down,
  Nor his great thirst of rule, praise and renown,

  VIII
  But by his knights still cruel wars maintained.
  So wise his words, so quick his wit appears,
  That of the kingdom large o'er which he reigned,
  The charge seemed not too weighty for his years;
  His greatness Afric's lesser kings constrained
  To tremble at his name, all Ind him fears,
  And other realms that would his friendship hold;
  Some armed soldiers sent, some gifts, some gold.

  IX
  This mighty prince assembled had the flower
  Of all his realms, against the Frenchmen stout,
  To break their rising empire and their power,
  Nor of sure conquest had he fear or doubt:
  To him Armida came, even at the hour
  When in the plains, old Gaza's walls without,
  The lords and leaders all their armies bring
  In battle-ray, mustered before their king.

  X
  He on his throne was set, to which on height
  Who clomb an hundred ivory stairs first told,
  Under a pentise wrought of silver bright,
  And trod on carpets made of silk and gold;
  His robes were such as best beseemen might
  A king, so great, so grave, so rich, so old,
  And twined of sixty ells of lawn and more
  A turban strange adorned his tresses hoar.

  XI
  His right hand did his precious sceptre wield,
  His beard was gray, his looks severe and grave,
  And from his eyes, not yet made dim with eild,
  Sparkled his former worth and vigor brave,
  His gestures all the majesty upheild
  And state, as his old age and empire crave,
  So Phidias carved, Apelles so, pardie,
  Erst painted Jove, Jove thundering down from sky.

  XII
  On either side him stood a noble lord,
  Whereof the first held in his upright hand
  Of severe justice the unpartial sword;
  The other bare the seal, and causes scanned,
  Keeping his folk in peace and good accord,
  And termed was lord chancellor of the land;
  But marshal was the first, and used to lead
  His armies forth to war, oft with good speed.

  XIII
  Of bold Circassians with their halberts long,
  About his throne his guards stood in a ring,
  All richly armed in gilden corslets strong,
  And by their sides their crooked swords down hing:
  Thus set, thus seated, his grave lords among,
  His hosts and armies great beheld the king,
  And every band as by his throne it went,
  Their ensigns low inclined, and arms down bent:

  XIV
  Their squadrons first the men of Egypt show,
  In four troops, and each his several guide,
  Of the high country two, two of the low
  Which Nile had won out of the salt seaside,
  His fertile slime first stopped the waters' flow,
  Then hardened to firm land the plough to bide,
  So Egypt still increased, within far placed
  That part is now where ships erst anchor cast.

  XV
  The foremost band the people were that dwelled
  In Alexandria's rich and fertile plain,
  Along the western shore, whence Nile expelled
  The greedy billows of the swelling main;
  Araspes was their guide, who more excelled
  In wit and craft than strength or warlike pain,
  To place an ambush close, or to devise
  A treason false, was none so sly, so wise.

  XVI
  The people next that gainst the morning rays
  Along the coasts of Asia have their seat,
  Arontes led them, whom no warlike praise
  Ennobled, but high birth and titles great,
  His helm ne'er made him sweat in toilsome frays,
  Nor was his sleep e'er broke with trumpet's threat,
  But from soft ease to try the toil of fight
  His fond ambition brought this carpet knight.

  XVII
  The third seemed not a troop or squadron small,
  But an huge host; nor seemed it so much grain
  In Egypt grew as to sustain them all;
  Yet from one town thereof came all that train,
  A town in people to huge shires equal,
  That did a thousand streets and more contain,
  Great Caire it hight, whose commons from each side
  Came swarming out to war, Campson their guide.

  XVIII
  Next under Gazel marched they that plough
  The fertile lands above that town which lie
  Up to the place where Nilus tumbling low
  Falls from his second cataract from high;
  The Egyptians weaponed were with sword and bow,
  No weight of helm or hauberk list they try,
  And richly armed, in their strong foes no dreed
  Of death but great desire of spoil they breed.

  XIX
  The naked folk of Barca these succeed,
  Unarmed half, Alarcon led that band,
  That long in deserts lived, in extreme need,
  On spoils and preys purchased by strength of hand.
  To battle strong unfit, their king did lead
  His army next brought from Zumara land.
  Then he of Tripoli, for sudden fight
  And skirmish short, both ready, bold, and light.

  XX
  Two captains next brought forth their bands to show
  Whom Stony sent and Happy Araby,
  Which never felt the cold of frost and snow,
  Or force of burning heat, unless fame lie,
  Where incense pure and all sweet odors grow,
  Where the sole phoenix doth revive, not die,
  And midst the perfumes rich and flowerets brave
  Both birth and burial, cradle hath and grave.

  XXI
  Their clothes not rich, their garments were not gay,
  But weapons like the Egyptian troops they had,
  The Arabians next that have no certain stay,
  No house, no home, no mansion good or bad,
  But ever, as the Scythian hordes stray,
  From place to place their wandering cities gad:
  These have both voice and stature feminine,
  Hair long and black, black face, and fiery eyne.

  XXII
  Long Indian canes, with iron armed, they bear,
  And as upon their nimble steeds they ride,
  Like a swift storm their speedy troops appear,
  If winds so fast bring storms from heavens wide:
  By Syphax led the first Arabians were;
  Aldine the second squadron had no guide,
  And Abiazar proud, brought to the fight
  The third, a thief, a murderer, not a knight.

  XXIII
  The islanders came then their prince before
  Whose lands Arabia's gulf enclosed about,
  Wherein they fish and gather oysters store,
  Whose shells great pearls rich and round pour out;
  The Red Sea sent with them from his left shore,
  Of negroes grim a black and ugly rout;
  These Agricalt and those Osmida brought,
  A man that set law, faith and truth at naught.

  XXIV
  The Ethiops next which Meroe doth breed,
  That sweet and gentle isle of Meroe,
  Twixt Nile and Astrabore that far doth spread,
  Where two religions are, and kingdoms three,
  These Assimiro and Canario led,
  Both kings, both Pagans, and both subjects be
  To the great Caliph, but the third king kept
  Christ's sacred faith, nor to these wars outstepped.

  XXV
  After two kings, both subjects also, ride,
  And of two bands of archers had the charge,
  The first Soldan of Ormus placed in the wide
  Huge Persian Bay, a town rich, fair, and large:
  The last of Boecan, which at every tide
  The sea cuts off from Persia's southern marge,
  And makes an isle; but when it ebbs again,
  The passage there is sandy, dry and plain.

  XXVI
  Nor thee, great Altamore, in her chaste bed
  Thy loving queen kept with her dear embrace,
  She tore her locks, she smote her breast, and shed
  Salt tears to make thee stay in that sweet place,
  "Seem the rough seas more calm, cruel," she said,
  "Than the mild looks of thy kind spouse's face?
  Or is thy shield, with blood and dust defiled,
  A dearer armful than thy tender child?"

  XXVII
  This was the mighty king of Samarcand,
  A captain wise, well skilled in feats of war,
  In courage fierce, matchless for strength of hand,
  Great was his praise, his force was noised far;
  His worth right well the Frenchmen understand,
  By whom his virtues feared and loved are:
  His men were armed with helms and hauberks strong,
  And by their sides broad swords and maces hong.

  XXVIII
  Then from the mansions bright of fresh Aurore
  Adrastus came, the glorious king of Ind,
  A snake's green skin spotted with black he wore,
  That was made rich by art and hard by kind,
  An elephant this furious giant bore,
  He fierce as fire, his mounture swift as wind;
  Much people brought he from his kingdoms wide,
  Twixt Indus, Ganges, and the salt seaside.

  XXIX
  The king's own troop come next, a chosen crew,
  Of all the camp the strength, the crown, the flower,
  Wherein each soldier had with honors due
  Rewarded been, for service ere that hour;
  Their arms were strong for need, and fair for show,
  Upon fierce steeds well mounted rode this power,
  And heaven itself with the clear splendor shone
  Of their bright armor, purple, gold and stone.

  XXX
  Mongst these Alarco fierce, and Odemare
  The muster master was, and Hidraort,
  And Rimedon, whose rashness took no care
  To shun death's bitter stroke, in field or fort,
  Tigranes, Rapold stem, the men that fare
  By sea, that robbed in each creek and port,
  Ormond, and Marlabust the Arabian named,
  Because that land rebellious he reclaimed.

  XXXI
  There Pirga, Arimon, Orindo are,
  Brimarte the scaler, and with him Suifant
  The breaker of wild horses brought from far;
  Then the great wresteler strong Aridamant,
  And Tisapherne, the thunderbolt of war,
  Whom none surpassed, whom none to match durst vaunt
  At tilt, at tourney, or in combat brave,
  With spear or lance, with sword, with mace or glaive.

  XXXII
  A false Armenian did this squadron guide,
  That in his youth from Christ's true faith and light
  To the blind lore of Paganism did slide,
  That Clement late, now Emireno, hight;
  Yet to his king he faithful was, and tried
  True in all causes, his in wrong and right:
  A cunning leader and a soldier bold,
  For strength and courage, young; for wisdom, old.

  XXXIII
  When all these regiments were passed and gone,
  Appeared Armide, and came her troop to show;
  Set in a chariot bright with precious stone,
  Her gown tucked up, and in her hand a bow;
  In her sweet face her new displeasures shone,
  Mixed with the native beauties there which grow,
  And quickened so her looks that in sharp wise
  It seems she threats and yet her threats entice.

  XXXIV
  Her chariot like Aurora's glorious wain,
  With carbuncles and jacinths glistered round:
  Her coachman guided with the golden rein
  Four unicorns, by couples yoked and bound;
  Of squires and lovely ladies hundreds twain,
  Whose rattling quivers at their backs resound,
  On milk-white steeds, wait on the chariot bright,
  Their steeds to manage, ready; swift, to flight.

  XXXV
  Followed her troop led forth by Aradin,
  Which Hidraort from Syria's kingdom sent,
  As when the new-born phoenix doth begin
  To fly to Ethiop-ward, at the fair bent
  Of her rich wings strange plumes and feathers thin
  Her crowns and chains with native gold besprent,
  The world amazed stands; and with her fly
  An host of wondering birds, that sing and cry:

  XXXVI
  So passed Armida, looked on, gazed on, so,
  A wondrous dame in habit, gesture, face;
  There lived no wight to love so great a foe
  But wished and longed those beauties to embrace,
  Scant seen, with anger sullen, sad for woe,
  She conquered all the lords and knights in place,
  What would she do, her sorrows passed, think you,
  When her fair eyes, her looks and smiles shall woo?

  XXXVII
  She passed, the king commanded Emiren
  Of his rich throne to mount the lofty stage,
  To whom his host, his army, and his men,
  He would commit, now in his graver age.
  With stately grace the man approached then;
  His looks his coming honor did presage:
  The guard asunder cleft and passage made,
  He to the throne up went, and there he stayed.

  XXXVIII
  To earth he cast his eyes, and bent his knee:
  To whom the king thus gan his will explain,
  "To thee this sceptre, Emiren, to thee
  These armies I commit, my place sustain
  Mongst them, go set the king of Judah free,
  And let the Frenchmen feel my just disdain,
  Go meet them, conquer them, leave none alive;
  Or those that scape from battle, bring captive."

  XXXIX
  Thus spake the tyrant. and the sceptre laid
  With all his sovereign power upon the knight:
  "I take this sceptre at your hand," he said,
  "And with your happy fortune go to fight,
  And trust, my lord, in your great virtue's aid
  To venge all Asia's harms, her wrongs to right,
  Nor e'er but victor will I see your face;
  Our overthrow shall bring death, not disgrace.

  XL
  "Heavens grant if evil, yet no mishap I dread,
  Or harm they threaten against this camp of thine,
  That all that mischief fall upon my head,
  Theirs be the conquest, and the danger mine;
  And let them safe bring home their captain dead,
  Buried in pomp of triumph's glorious shine."
  He ceased, and then a murmur loud up went,
  With noise of joy and sound of instrument.

  XLI
  Amid the noise and shout uprose the king,
  Environed with many a noble peer
  That to his royal tent the monarch bring,
  And there he feasted them and made them cheer,
  To him and him he talked, and carved each thing,
  The greatest honored, meanest graced were;
  And while this mirth, this joy and feast doth last,
  Armida found fit time her nets to cast:

  XLII
  But when the feast was done, she, that espied
  All eyes on her fair visage fixed and bent,
  And by new notes and certain signs described,
  How love's empoisoned fire their entrails brent,
  Arose, and where the king sate in his pride,
  With stately pace and humble gestures, went;
  And as she could in looks in voice she strove
  Fierce, stern, bold, angry, and severe to prove.

  XLIII
  "Great Emperor, behold me here," she said.
  "For thee, my country, and my faith to fight,
  A dame, a virgin, but a royal maid;
  And worthy seems this war a princess hight,
  For by the sword the sceptre is upstayed,
  This hand can use them both with skill and might,
  This hand of mine can strike, and at each blow
  Thy foes and ours kill, wound, and overthrow.

  XLIV
  "Nor yet suppose this is the foremost day
  Wherein to war I bent my noble thought,
  But for the surety of thy realms, and stay
  Of our religion true, ere this I wrought:
  Yourself best know if this be true I say,
  Or if my former deeds rejoiced you aught,
  When Godfrey's hardy knights and princes strong
  I captive took, and held in bondage long.

  XLV
  "I took them, bound them, and so sent them bound
  To thee, a noble gift, with whom they had
  Condemned low in dungeon under ground
  Forever dwelt, in woe and torment sad:
  So might thine host an easy way have found
  To end this doubtful war, with conquest glad,
  Had not Rinaldo fierce my knights all slain,
  And set those lords, his friends, at large again.

  XLVI
  "Rinaldo is well known," and there a long
  And true rehearsal made she of his deeds,
  "This is the knight that since hath done me wrong,
  Wrong yet untold, that sharp revengement needs:
  Displeasure therefore, mixed with reason strong,
  This thirst of war in me, this courage breeds;
  Nor how he injured me time serves to tell,
  Let this suffice, I seek revengement fell,

  XLVII
  "And will procure it, for all shafts that fly
  Light not in vain; some work the shooter's will,
  And Jove's right hand with thunders cast from sky
  Takes open vengeance oft for secret ill:
  But if some champion dare this knight defy
  To mortal battle, and by fight him kill,
  And with his hateful head will me present,
  That gift my soul shall please, my heart content:

  XLVIII
  "So please, that for reward enjoy he shall,
  The greatest gift I can or may afford,
  Myself, my beauty, wealth, and kingdoms all,
  To marry him, and take him for my lord,
  This promise will I keep whate'er befall,
  And thereto bind myself by oath and word:
  Now he that deems this purchase worth his pain,
  Let him step forth and speak, I none disdain."

  XLIX
  While thus the princess said, his hungry eyne
  Adrastus fed on her sweet beauty's light,
  "The gods forbid," quoth he, "one shaft of thine
  Should be discharged gainst that discourteous knight,
  His heart unworthy is, shootress divine,
  Of thine artillery to feel the might;
  To wreak thine ire behold me prest and fit,
  I will his head cut off, and bring thee it.

  L
  "I will his heart with this sharp sword divide,
  And to the vultures cast his carcass out."
  Thus threatened he, but Tisapherne envied
  To hear his glorious vaunt and boasting stout,
  And said, "But who art thou, that so great pride
  Thou showest before the king, me, and this rout?
  Pardie here are some such, whose worth exceeds
  Thy vaunting much yet boast not of their deeds."

  LI
  The Indian fierce replied, "I am the man
  Whose acts his words and boasts have aye surpassed;
  But if elsewhere the words thou now began
  Had uttered been, that speech had been thy last."
  Thus quarrelled they; the monarch stayed them than,
  And 'twixt the angry knights his sceptre cast:
  Then to Armida said, "Fair Queen, I see
  Thy heart is stout, thy thoughts courageous be;

  LII
  "Thou worthy art that their disdain and ire
  At thy commands these knights should both appease,
  That gainst thy foe their courage hot as fire
  Thou may'st employ, both when and where you please,
  There all their power and force, and what desire
  They have to serve thee, may they show at ease."
  The monarch held his peace when this was said,
  And they new proffer of their service made.

  LIII
  Nor they alone, but all that famous were
  In feats of arms boast that he shall be dead,
  All offer her their aid, all say and swear,
  To take revenge on his condemned head:
  So many arms moved she against her dear,
  And swore her darling under foot to tread,
  But he, since first the enchanted isle he left,
  Safe in his barge the roaring waves still cleft.

  LIV
  By the same way returned the well-taught boat
  By which it came, and made like haste, like speed;
  The friendly wind, upon her sail that smote,
  So turned as to return her ship had need:
  The youth sometimes the Pole or Bear did note,
  Or wandering stars which dearest nights forthspread:
  Sometimes the floods, the hills, or mountains steep,
  Whose woody fronts o'ershade the silent deep.

  LV
  Now of the camp the man the state inquires,
  Now asks the customs strange of sundry lands;
  And sailed, till clad in beams and bright attires
  The fourth day's sun on the eastern threshold stands:
  But when the western seas had quenched those fires,
  Their frigate struck against the shore and sands;
  Then spoke their guide, "The land of Palestine
  This is, here must your journey end and mine."

  LVI
  The knights she set upon the shore all three,
  And vanished thence in twinkling of an eye,
  Uprose the night in whose deep blackness be
  All colors hid of things in earth or sky,
  Nor could they house, or hold, or harbor see,
  Or in that desert sign of dwelling spy,
  Nor track of man or horse, or aught that might
  Inform them of some path or passage right.

  LVII
  When they had mused what way they travel should,
  From the west shore their steps at last they twined,
  And lo, far off at last their eyes behold
  Something, they wist not what, that clearly shined
  With rays of silver and with beams of gold
  Which the dark folds of night's black mantle lined.
  Forward they went and marched against the light,
  To see and find the thing that shone so bright.

  LVIII
  High on a tree they saw an armor new,
  That glistered bright gainst Cynthia's silver ray,
  Therein, like stars in skies, the diamonds show
  Fret in the gilden helm and hauberk gay,
  The mighty shield all scored full they view
  Of pictures fair, ranged in meet array;
  To keep them sate an aged man beside,
  Who to salute them rose, when them he spied.

  LIX
  The twain who first were sent in this pursuit
  Of their wise friend well knew the aged face:
  But when the wizard sage their first salute
  Received and quitted had with kind embrace,
  To the young prince, that silent stood and mute,
  He turned his speech, "In this unused place
  For you alone I wait, my lord," quoth he,
  "My chiefest care your state and welfare be.

  LX
  "For, though you wot it not, I am your friend,
  And for your profit work, as these can tell,
  I taught them how Armida's charms to end,
  And bring you thither from love's hateful cell,
  Now to my words, though sharp perchance, attend,
  Nor be aggrieved although they seem too fell,
  But keep them well in mind, till in the truth
  A wise and holier man instruct thy youth.

  LXI
  "Not underneath sweet shades and fountains shrill,
  Among the nymphs, the fairies, leaves and flowers;
  But on the steep, the rough and craggy hill
  Of virtue stands this bliss, this good of ours:
  By toil and travel, not by sitting still
  In pleasure's lap, we come to honor's bowers;
  Why will you thus in sloth's deep valley lie?
  The royal eagles on high mountains fly.

  LXII
  "Nature lifts up thy forehead to the skies,
  And fills thy heart with high and noble thought,
  That thou to heavenward aye shouldst lift thine eyes,
  And purchase fame by deeds well done and wrought;
  She gives thee ire, by which not courage flies
  To conquests, not through brawls and battles fought
  For civil jars, nor that thereby you might
  Your wicked malice wreak and cursed spite.

  LXIII
  "But that your strength spurred forth with noble wrath,
  With greater fury might Christ's foes assault,
  And that your bridle should with lesser scath
  Each secret vice, and kill each inward fault;
  For so his godly anger ruled hath
  Each righteous man beneath heaven's starry vault,
  And at his will makes it now hot, now cold,
  Now lets it run, now doth it fettered hold."

  LXIV
  Thus parleyed he; Rinaldo, hushed and still,
  Great wisdom heard in those few words compiled,
  He marked his speech, a purple blush did fill
  His guilty checks, down went his eyesight mild.
  The hermit by his bashful looks his will
  Well understood, and said, "Look up, my child,
  And painted in this precious shield behold
  The glorious deeds of thy forefathers old.

  LXV
  "Thine elders' glory herein see and know,
  In virtue's path how they trod all their days,
  Whom thou art far behind, a runner slow
  In this true course of honor, fame and praise:
  Up, up, thyself incite by the fair show
  Of knightly worth which this bright shield bewrays,
  That be thy spur to praise!" At last the knight
  Looked up, and on those portraits bent his sight.

  LXVI
  The cunning workman had in little space
  Infinite shapes of men there well expressed,
  For there described was the worthy race
  And pedigree of all of the house of Est:
  Come from a Roman spring o'er all the place
  Flowed pure streams of crystals east and west,
  With laurel crowned stood the princes old,
  Their wars the hermit and their battles told.

  LXVII
  He showed them Caius first, when first in prey
  To people strange the falling empire went,
  First Prince of Est, that did the sceptre sway
  O'er such as chose him lord by tree consent;
  His weaker neighbors to his rule obey,
  Need made them stoop, constraint doth force content;
  After, when Lord Honorius called the train
  Of savage Goths into his land again,

  LXVIII
  And when all Italy did burn and flame
  With bloody war, by this fierce people mad,
  When Rome a captive and a slave became,
  And to be quite destroyed was most afraid,
  Aurelius, to his everlasting fame,
  Preserved in peace the folk that him obeyed:
  Next whom was Forest, who the rage withstood
  Of the bold Huns, and of their tyrant proud.

  LXIX
  Known by his look was Attila the fell,
  Whose dragon eyes shone bright with anger's spark,
  Worse faced than a dog, who viewed him well
  Supposed they saw him grin and heard him bark;
  But when in single fight he lost the bell,
  How through his troops he fled there might you mark,
  And how Lord Forest after fortified
  Aquilea's town, and how for it he died.

  LXX
  For there was wrought the fatal end and fine,
  Both of himself and of the town he kept:
  But his great son renowned Acarine,
  Into his father's place and honor stepped:
  To cruel fate, not to the Huns, Altine
  Gave place, and when time served again forth leapt,
  And in the vale of Po built for his seat
  Of many a village a small city great;

  LXXI
  Against the swelling flood he banked it strong,
  And thence uprose the fair and noble town
  Where they of Est should by succession long
  Command, and rule in bliss and high renown:
  Gainst Odoacer then he fought, but wrong
  Oft spoileth right, fortune treads courage down,
  For there he died for his dear country's sake,
  And of his father's praise did so partake.

  LXXII
  With him died Alforisio, Azzo was
  With his dear brother into exile sent,
  But homeward they in arms again repass —
  The Herule king oppressed — from banishment.
  His front through pierced with a dart, alas,
  Next them, of Est the Epaminondas went,
  That smiling seemed to cruel death to yield,
  When Totila was fled, and safe his shield.

  LXXIII
  Of Boniface I speak; Valerian,
  His son, in praise and power succeeded him,
  Who durst sustain, in years though scant a man,
  Of the proud Goths an hundred squadrons trim:
  Then he that gainst the Sclaves much honor wan,
  Ernesto, threatening stood with visage grim;
  Before him Aldoard, the Lombard stout
  Who from Monselce boldly erst shut out.

  LXXIV
  There Henry was and Berengare the bold
  That served great Charles in his conquest high,
  Who in each battle give the onset would,
  A hardy soldier and a captain sly;
  After, Prince Lewis did he well uphold
  Against his nephew, King of Italy,
  He won the field and took that king on live:
  Next him stood Otho with his children five.

  LXXV
  Of Almeric the image next they view,
  Lord Marquis of Ferrara first create,
  Founder of many churches, that upthrew
  His eyes, like one that used to contemplate;
  Gainst him the second Azzo stood in rew,
  With Berengarius that did long debate,
  Till after often change of fortune stroke,
  He won, and on all Italy laid the yoke.

  LXXVI
  Albert his son the Germans warred among,
  And there his praise and fame was spread so wide,
  That having foiled the Danes in battle strong,
  His daughter young became great Otho's bride.
  Behind him Hugo stood with warfare long,
  That broke the horn of all the Romans' pride,
  Who of all Italy the marquis hight,
  And Tuscan whole possessed as his right.

  LXXVII
  After Tebaldo, puissant Boniface
  And Beatrice his dear possessed the stage;
  Nor was there left heir male of that great race,
  To enjoy the sceptre, state and heritage;
  The Princess Maud alone supplied the place,
  Supplied the want in number, sex and age;
  For far above each sceptre, throne and crown,
  The noble dame advanced her veil and gown.

  LXXVIII
  With manlike vigor shone her noble look,
  And more than manlike wrath her face o'erspread,
  There the fell Normans, Guichard there forsook
  The field, till then who never feared nor fled;
  Henry the Fourth she beat, and from him took
  His standard, and in Church it offered;
  Which done, the Pope back to the Vatican
  She brought, and placed in Peter's chair again.

  LXXIX
  As he that honored her and held her dear,
  Azzo the Fifth stood by her lovely side;
  But the fourth Azzo's offspring far and near
  Spread forth, and through Germania fructified;
  Sprung from the branch did Guelpho bold appear,
  Guelpho his son by Cunigond his bride,
  And in Bavaria's field transplanted new
  The Roman graft flourished, increased and grew.

  LXXX
  A branch of Est there in the Guelfian tree
  Engrafted was, which of itself was old,
  Whereon you might the Guelfoes fairer see,
  Renew their sceptres and their crowns of gold,
  Of which Heaven's good aspects so bended be
  That high and broad it spread and flourished bold,
  Till underneath his glorious branches laid
  Half Germany, and all under his shade.

  LXXXI
  This regal plant from his Italian rout
  Sprung up as high, and blossomed fair above,
  Fornenst Lord Guelpho, Bertold issued out,
  With the sixth Azzo whom all virtues love;
  This was the pedigree of worthies stout,
  Who seemed in that bright shield to live and move.
  Rinaldo waked up and cheered his face,
  To see these worthies of his house and race.

  LXXXII
  To do like acts his courage wished and sought,
  And with that wish transported him so far
  That all those deeds which filled aye his thought,
  Towns won, forts taken, armies killed in war,
  As if they were things done indeed and wrought,
  Before his eyes he thinks they present are,
  He hastily arms him, and with hope and haste,
  Sure conquest met, prevented and embraced.

  LXXXIII
  But Charles, who had told the death and fall
  Of the young prince of Danes, his late dear lord,
  Gave him the fatal weapon, and withal,
  "Young knight," quoth he, "take with good luck this sword,
  Your just, strong, valiant hand in battle shall
  Employ it long, for Christ's true faith and word,
  And of his former lord revenge the wrongs,
  Who loved you so, that deed to you belongs."

  LXXXIV
  He answered, "God for his mercy's sake,
  Grant that this hand which holds this weapon good
  For thy dear master may sharp vengeance take,
  May cleave the Pagan's heart, and shed his blood."
  To this but short reply did Charles make,
  And thanked him much, nor more on terms they stood:
  For lo, the wizard sage that was their guide
  On their dark journey hastes them forth to ride.

  LXXXV
  "High time it is," quoth he, "for you to wend
  Where Godfrey you awaits, and many a knight,
  There may we well arrive ere night doth end,
  And through this darkness can I guide you right."
  This said, up to his coach they all ascend,
  On his swift wheels forth rolled the chariot light,
  He gave his coursers fleet the rod and rein,
  And galloped forth and eastward drove amain;

  LXXXVI
  While silent so through night's dark shade they fly,
  The hermit thus bespake the young man stout:
  "Of thy great house, thy race, thine offspring high,
  Here hast thou seen the branch, the bole, the root,
  And as these worthies born to chivalry
  And deeds of arms it hath tofore brought out,
  So is it, so it shall be fertile still,
  Nor time shall end, nor age that seed shall kill.

  LXXXVII
  "Would God, as drawn from the forgetful lap
  Of antique time, I have thine elders shown;
  That so I could the catalogue unwrap
  Of thy great nephews yet unborn, unknown,
  That ere this light they view, their fate and hap
  I might foretell, and how their chance is thrown,
  That like thine elders so thou mightst behold
  Thy children, many, famous, stout and bold.

  LXXXVIII
  "But not by art or skill, of things future
  Can the plain truth revealed be and told,
  Although some knowledge doubtful, dark, obscure
  We have of coming haps in clouds uprolled;
  Nor all which in this cause I know for sure
  Dare I foretell: for of that father old,
  The hermit Peter, learned I much, and he
  Withouten veil heaven's secrets great doth see.

  LXXXIX
  "But this, to him revealed by grace divine,
  By him to me declared, to thee I say,
  Was never race Greek, barbarous, or Latine,
  Great in times past, or famous at this day,
  Richer in hardy knights than this of thine;
  Such blessings Heaven shall on thy children lay
  That they in fame shall pass, in praise o'ercome,
  The worthies old of Sparta, Carthage, Rome.

  XC
  "But mongst the rest I chose Alphonsus bold,
  In virtue first, second in place and name,
  He shall be born when this frail world grows old,
  Corrupted, poor, and bare of men of fame,
  Better than he none shall, none can, or could,
  The sword or sceptre use or guide the same,
  To rule in peace or to command in fight,
  Thine offspring's glory and thy house's light.

  XCI
  "His younger age foretokens true shall yield
  Of future valor, puissance, force and might,
  From him no rock the savage beast shall shield;
  At tilt or tourney match him shall no knight:
  After, he conquer shall in pitched field
  Great armies and win spoils in single fight,
  And on his locks, rewards for knightly praise,
  Shall garlands wear of grass, of oak, of bays.

  XCII
  "His graver age, as well that eild it fits,
  Shall happy peace preserve and quiet blest,
  And from his neighbors strong mongst whom he sits
  Shall keep his cities safe in wealth and rest,
  Shall nourish arts and cherish pregnant wits,
  Make triumphs great, and feast his subjects best,
  Reward the good, the evil with pains torment,
  Shall dangers all foresee, and seen, prevent.

  XCIII
  "But if it hap against those wicked bands
  That sea and earth invest with blood and war,
  And in these wretched times to noble lands
  Give laws of peace false and unjust that are,
  That he be sent, to drive their guilty hands
  From Christ's pure altars and high temples far,
  Oh, what revenge, what vengeance shall he bring
  On that false sect, and their accursed king!

  XCIV
  "Too late the Moors, too late the Turkish king,
  Gainst him should arm their troops and legions bold
  For he beyond great Euphrates should bring,
  Beyond the frozen tops of Taurus cold,
  Beyond the land where is perpetual spring,
  The cross, the eagle white, the lily of gold,
  And by baptizing of the Ethiops brown
  Of aged Nile reveal the springs unknown."

  XCV
  Thus said the hermit, and his prophecy
  The prince accepted with content and pleasure,
  The secret thought of his posterity
  Of his concealed joys heaped up the measure.
  Meanwhile the morning bright was mounted high,
  And changed Heaven's silver wealth to golden treasure,
  And high above the Christian tents they view
  How the broad ensigns trembled, waved and blew,

  XCVI
  When thus again their leader sage begun,
  "See how bright Phoebus clears the darksome skies,
  See how with gentle beams the friendly sun
  The tents, the towns, the hills and dales descries,
  Through my well guiding is your voyage done,
  From danger safe in travel off which lies,
  Hence without fear of harm or doubt of foe
  March to the camp, I may no nearer go."

  XCVII
  Thus took he leave, and made a quick return,
  And forward went the champions three on foot,
  And marching right against the rising morn
  A ready passage to the camp found out,
  Meanwhile had speedy fame the tidings borne
  That to the tents approached these barons stout,
  And starting from his throne and kingly seat
  To entertain them, rose Godfredo great.

EIGHTEENTH BOOK

  THE ARGUMENT.
  The charms and spirits false therein which lie
  Rinaldo chaseth from the forest old;
  The host of Egypt comes; Vafrin the spy
  Entereth their camp, stout, crafty, wise and bold;
  Sharp is the fight about the bulwarks high
  And ports of Zion, to assault the hold:
  Godfrey hath aid from Heaven, by force the town
  Is won, the Pagans slain, walls beaten down.

  I
  Arrived where Godfrey to embrace him stood,
  "My sovereign lord," Rinaldo meekly said,
  "To venge my wrongs against Gernando proud
  My honor's care provoked my wrath unstayed;
  But that I you displeased, my chieftain good,
  My thoughts yet grieve, my heart is still dismayed,
  And here I come, prest all exploits to try
  To make me gracious in your gracious eye."

  II
  To him that kneeled, folding his friendly arms
  About his neck, the duke this answer gave:
  "Let pass such speeches sad, of passed harms.
  Remembrance is the life of grief; his grave,
  Forgetfulness; and for amends, in arms
  Your wonted valor use and courage brave;
  For you alone to happy end must bring
  The strong enchantments of the charmed spring.

  III
  "That aged wood whence heretofore we got,
  To build our scaling engines, timber fit,
  Is now the fearful seat, but how none wot,
  Where ugly fiends and damned spirits sit;
  To cut one twist thereof adventureth not
  The boldest knight we have, nor without it
  This wall can battered be: where others doubt
  There venture thou, and show thy courage stout."

  IV
  Thus said he, and the knight in speeches few
  Proffered his service to attempt the thing,
  To hard assays his courage willing flew,
  To him praise was no spur, words were no sting;
  Of his dear friends then he embraced the crew
  To welcome him which came; for in a ring
  About him Guelpho, Tancred and the rest
  Stood, of the camp the greatest, chief and best.

  V
  When with the prince these lords had iterate
  Their welcomes oft, and oft their dear embrace,
  Toward the rest of lesser worth and state,
  He turned, and them received with gentle grace;
  The merry soldiers bout him shout and prate,
  With cries as joyful and as cheerful face
  As if in triumph's chariot bright as sun,
  He had returned Afric or Asia won.

  VI
  Thus marched to his tent the champion good,
  And there sat down with all his friends around;
  Now of the war he asked, now of the wood,
  And answered each demand they list propound;
  But when they left him to his ease, up stood
  The hermit, and, fit time to speak once found,
  "My lord," he said, "your travels wondrous are,
  Far have you strayed, erred, wandered far.

  VII
  "Much are you bound to God above, who brought
  You safe from false Armida's charmed hold,
  And thee a straying sheep whom once he bought
  Hath now again reduced to his fold,
  And gainst his heathen foes these men of naught
  Hath chosen thee in place next Godfrey bold;
  Yet mayest thou not, polluted thus with sin,
  In his high service war or fight begin.

  VIII
  "The world, the flesh, with their infection vile
  Pollute the thoughts impure, thy spirit stain;
  Not Po, not Ganges, not seven-mouthed Nile,
  Not the wide seas, can wash thee clean again,
  Only to purge all faults which thee defile
  His blood hath power who for thy sins was slain:
  His help therefore invoke, to him bewray
  Thy secret faults, mourn, weep, complain and pray."

  IX
  This said, the knight first with the witch unchaste
  His idle loves and follies vain lamented;
  Then kneeling low with heavy looks downcast,
  His other sins confessed and all repented,
  And meekly pardon craved for first and last.
  The hermit with his zeal was well contented,
  And said, "On yonder hill next morn go pray
  That turns his forehead gainst the morning ray.

  X
  "That done, march to the wood, whence each one brings
  Such news of furies, goblins, fiends, and sprites,
  The giants, monsters, and all dreadful things
  Thou shalt subdue, which that dark grove unites:
  Let no strange voice that mourns or sweetly sings,
  Nor beauty, whose glad smile frail hearts delights,
  Within thy breast make ruth or pity rise,
  But their false looks and prayers false despise."

  XI
  Thus he advised him, and the hardy knight
  Prepared him gladly to this enterprise,
  Thoughtful he passed the day, and sad the night;
  And ere the silver morn began to rise,
  His arms he took, and in a coat him dight
  Of color strange, cut in the warlike guise;
  And on his way sole, silent, forth he went
  Alone, and left his friends, and left his tent.

  XII
  It was the time when gainst the breaking day
  Rebellious night yet strove, and still repined,
  For in the east appeared the morning gray
  And yet some lamps in Jove's high palace shined,
  When to Mount Olivet he took his way,
  And saw, as round about his eyes he twined,
  Night's shadows hence, from thence the morning's shine,
  This bright, that dark; that earthly, this divine.

  XIII
  Thus to himself he thought, how many bright
  And splendent lamps shine in heaven's temple high,
  Day hath his golden sun, her moon the night,
  Her fixed and wandering stars the azure sky,
  So framed all by their Creator's might
  That still they live and shine, and ne'er shall die
  Till, in a moment, with the last day's brand
  They burn, and with them burn sea, air, and land.

  XIV
  Thus as he mused, to the top he went,
  And there kneeled down with reverence and fear,
  His eyes upon heaven's eastern face he bent,
  His thoughts above all heavens uplifted were:
  "The sins and errors, which I now repent,
  Of mine unbridled youth, O Father dear,
  Remember not, but let thy mercy fall,
  And purge my faults and mine offences all."

  XV
  Thus prayed he, with purple wings upflew
  In golden weed the morning's lusty queen,
  Begilding with the radiant beams she threw
  His helm, his harness, and the mountain green;
  Upon his breast and forehead gently blew
  The air, that balm and nardus breathed unseen,
  And o'er his head let down from clearest skies
  A cloud of pure and precious clew there flies.

  XVI
  The heavenly dew was on his garments spread,
  To which compared, his clothes pale ashes seem,
  And sprinkled so, that all that paleness fled
  And thence, of purest white, bright rays outstream;
  So cheered are the flowers late withered
  With the sweet comfort of the morning beam,
  And so, returned to youth, a serpent old
  Adorns herself in new and native gold.

  XVII
  The lovely whiteness of his changed weed,
  The Prince perceived well, and long admired;
  Toward the forest marched he on with speed,
  Resolved, as such adventures great required;
  Thither he came whence shrinking back for dread
  Of that strange desert's sight the first retired,
  But not to him fearful or loathsome made
  That forest was, but sweet with pleasant shade:

  XVIII
  Forward he passed, mid in the grove before
  He heard a sound that strange, sweet, pleasing was;
  There rolled a crystal brook with gentle roar,
  There sighed the winds as through the leaves they pass,
  There did the nightingale her wrongs deplore,
  There sung the swan, and singing died, alas!
  There lute, harp, cittern, human voice he heard,
  And all these sounds one sound right well declared.

  XIX
  A dreadful thunder-clap at last he heard,
  The aged trees and plants well-nigh that rent;
  Yet heard the nymphs and sirens afterward,
  Birds, winds, and waters, sing with sweet consent:
  Whereat amazed he stayed, and well prepared
  For his defence, heedful and slow forth went:
  Nor in his way his passage aught withstood,
  Except a quiet, still, transparent flood.

  XX
  On the green banks which that fair stream inbound,
  Flowers and odors sweetly smiled and smelled,
  Which reaching out his stretched arms around,
  All the large desert in his bosom held,
  And through the grove one channel passage found;
  That in the wood; in that, the forest dwelled:
  Trees clad the streams; streams green those trees aye made
  And so exchanged their moisture and their shade.

  XXI
  The knight some way sought out the flood to pass,
  And as he sought, a wondrous bridge appeared,
  A bridge of gold, a huge and weighty mass,
  On arches great of that rich metal reared;
  When through that golden way he entered was,
  Down fell the bridge, swelled the stream, and weared
  The work away, nor sign left where it stood,
  And of a river calm became a flood.

  XXII
  He turned, amazed to see it troubled so,
  Like sudden brooks increased with molten snow,
  The billows fierce that tossed to and fro,
  The whirlpools sucked down to their bosoms low;
  But on he went to search for wonders mo,
  Through the thick trees there high and broad which grow,
  And in that forest huge and desert wide,
  The more he sought, more wonders still he spied.

  XXIII
  Whereso he stepped, it seemed the joyful ground
  Renewed the verdure of her flowery weed,
  A fountain here, a wellspring there he found;
  Here bud the roses, there the lilies spread
  The aged wood o'er and about him round
  Flourished with blossoms new, new leaves, new seed,
  And on the boughs and branches of those treen,
  The bark was softened, and renewed the green.

  XXIV
  The manna on each leaf did pearled lie,
  The honey stilled from the tender rind;
  Again he heard that wondrous harmony,
  Of songs and sweet complaints of lovers kind,
  The human voices sung a triple high,
  To which respond the birds, the streams, the wind,
  But yet unseen those nymphs, those singers were,
  Unseen the lutes, harps, viols which they bear.

  XXV
  He looked, he listened, yet his thoughts denied
  To think that true which he both heard and see,
  A myrtle in an ample plain he spied,
  And thither by a beaten path went he:
  The myrtle spread her mighty branches wide,
  Higher than pine or palm or cypress tree:
  And far above all other plants was seen
  That forest's lady and that desert's queen.

  XXVI
  Upon the trees his eyes Rinaldo bent,.
  And there a marvel great and strange began;
  An aged oak beside him cleft and rent,
  And from his fertile hollow womb forth ran,
  Clad in rare weeds and strange habiliment,
  A nymph, for age able to go to man,
  An hundred plants beside, even in his sight,
  Childed an hundred nymphs, so great, so dight.

  XXVII
  Such as on stages play, such as we see
  The Dryads painted whom wild Satyrs love,
  Whose arms half-naked, locks untrussed be,
  With buskins laced on their legs above,
  And silken robes tucked short above their knee;
  Such seemed the sylvan daughters of this grove,
  Save that instead of shafts and boughs of tree,
  She bore a lute, a harp, or cittern she.

  XXVIII
  And wantonly they cast them in a ring,
  And sung and danced to move his weaker sense,
  Rinaldo round about environing,
  As centres are with their circumference;
  The tree they compassed eke, and gan to sing,
  That woods and streams admired their excellence;
  "Welcome, dear lord, welcome to this sweet grove,
  Welcome our lady's hope, welcome her love.

  XXIX
  "Thou com'st to cure our princess, faint and sick
  For love, for love of thee, faint, sick, distressed;
  Late black, late dreadful was this forest thick,
  Fit dwelling for sad folk with grief oppressed,
  See with thy coming how the branches quick
  Revived are, and in new blosoms dressed:"
  This was their song, and after, from it went
  First a sweet sound, and then the myrtle rent.

  XXX
  If antique times admired Silenus old
  That oft appeared set on his lazy ass,
  How would they wonder if they had behold
  Such sights as from the myrtle high did pass?
  Thence came a lady fair with locks of gold,
  That like in shape, in face and beauty was
  To sweet Armide; Rinaldo thinks he spies
  Her gestures, smiles, and glances of her eyes.

  XXXI
  On him a sad and smiling look she cast,
  Which twenty passions strange at once bewrays:
  "And art thou come," quoth she, "returned at last
  To her from whom but late thou ran'st thy ways?
  Com'st thou to comfort me for sorrows past?
  To ease my widow nights and careful days?
  Or comest thou to work me grief and harm?
  Why nilt thou speak? — why not thy face disarm?

  XXXII
  "Com'st thou a friend or foe? I did not frame
  That golden bridge to entertain my foe,
  Nor opened flowers and fountains as you came,
  To welcome him with joy that brings me woe:
  Put off thy helm, rejoice me with the flame
  Of thy bright eyes, whence first my fires did grow.
  Kiss me, embrace me, if you further venture,
  Love keeps the gate, the fort is eath to enter."

  XXXIII
  Thus as she woos she rolls her rueful eyes
  With piteous look, and changeth oft her cheer,
  An hundred sighs from her false heart upflies,
  She sobs, she mourns, it is great ruth to hear;
  The hardest breast sweet pity mollifies,
  What stony heart resists a woman's tear?
  But yet the knight, wise, wary, not unkind,
  Drew forth his sword and from her careless twined.

  XXXIV
  Toward the tree he marched, she thither start,
  Before him stepped, embraced the plant and cried,
  "Ah, never do me such a spiteful part,
  To cut my tree, this forest's joy and pride,
  Put up thy sword, else pierce therewith the heart
  Of thy forsaken and despised Armide;
  For through this breast, and through this heart unkind
  To this fair tree thy sword shall passage find."

  XXXV
  He lift his brand, nor cared though oft she prayed,
  And she her form to other shape did change;
  Such monsters huge when men in dreams are laid
  Oft in their idle fancies roam and range:
  Her body swelled, her face obscure was made,
  Vanished her garments, her face and vestures strange,
  A giantess before him high she stands,
  Like Briareus armed with an hundred hands.

  XXXVI
  With fifty swords, and fifty targets bright,
  She threatened death, she roared, cried and fought,
  Each other nymph in armor likewise dight,
  A Cyclops great became: he feared them naught,
  But on the myrtle smote with all his might,
  That groaned like living souls to death nigh brought,
  The sky seemed Pluto's court, the air seemed hell,
  Therein such monsters roar, such spirits yell.

  XXXVII
  Lightened the heavens above, the earth below
  Roared loud, that thundered, and this shook;
  Blustered the tempests strong, the whirlwinds blow,
  The bitter storm drove hailstones in his look;
  But yet his arm grew neither weak nor slow,
  Nor of that fury heed or care he took,
  Till low to earth the wounded tree down bended;
  Then fled the spirits all, the charms all ended.

  XXXVIII
  The heavens grew clear, the air waxed calm and still,
  The wood returned to his wonted state,
  Of withcrafts free, quite void of spirits ill;
  Of horror full, but horror there innate;
  He further proved if aught withstood his will
  To cut those trees as did the charms of late,
  And finding naught to stop him, smiled, and said,
  "O shadows vain! O fools, of shades afraid!"

  XXXIX
  From thence home to the campward turned the knight,
  The hermit cried, upstarting from his seat,
  "Now of the wood the charms have lost their might,
  The sprites are conquered, ended is the feat,
  See where he comes!" In glistering white all dight
  Appeared the man, bold, stately, high and great,
  His eagle's silver wings to shine begun
  With wondrous splendor gainst the golden sun.

  XL
  The camp received him with a joyful cry,
  A cry the dales and hills about that flied;
  Then Godfrey welcomed him with honors high,
  His glory quenched all spite, all envy killed:
  "To yonder dreadful grove," quoth he, "went I,
  And from the fearful wood, as me you willed,
  Have driven the sprites away, thither let be
  Your people sent, the way is safe and free."

  XLI
  Sent were the workmen thither, thence they brought
  Timber enough, by good advice select,
  And though by skilless builders framed and wrought
  Their engines rude and rams were late elect,
  Yet now the forts and towers from whence they fought
  Were framed by a cunning architect,
  William, of all the Genoese lord and guide,
  Which late ruled all the seas from side to side;

  XLII
  But forced to retire from him at last,
  The Pagan fleet the seas moist empire won,
  His men with all their stuff and store in haste
  Home to the camp with their commander run,
  In skill, in wit, in cunning him surpassed
  Yet never engineer beneath the sun,
  Of carpenters an hundred large he brought,
  That what their lord devised made and wrought.

  XLIII
  This man began with wondrous art to make,
  Not rams, not mighty brakes, not slings alone,
  Wherewith the firm and solid walls to shake,
  To cast a dart, or throw a shaft or stone;
  But framed of pines and firs, did undertake
  To build a fortress huge, to which was none
  Yet ever like, whereof he clothed the sides
  Against the balls of fire with raw bull's hides.

  XLIV
  In mortices and sockets framed just,
  The beams, the studs and puncheons joined he fast;
  To beat the city's wall, beneath forth brust
  A ram with horned front, about her waist
  A bridge the engine from her side out thrust,
  Which on the wall when need she cast;
  And from her top a turret small up stood,
  Strong, surely armed, and builded of like wood.

  XLV
  Set on an hundred wheels the rolling mass,
  On the smooth lands went nimbly up and down,
  Though full of arms and armed men it was,
  Yet with small pains it ran, as it had flown:
  Wondered the camp so quick to see it pass,
  They praised the workmen and their skill unknown,
  And on that day two towers they builded more,
  Like that which sweet Clorinda burned before.

  XLVI
  Yet wholly were not from the Saracines
  Their works concealed and their labors hid,
  Upon that wall which next the camp confines
  They placed spies, who marked all they did:
  They saw the ashes wild and squared pines,
  How to the tents, trailed from the grove, they slid:
  And engines huge they saw, yet could not tell
  How they were built, their forms they saw not well.

  XLVII
  Their engines eke they reared, and with great art
  Repaired each bulwark, turret, port and tower,
  And fortified the plain and easy part,
  To bide the storm of every warlike stoure,
  Till as they thought no sleight or force of Mart
  To undermine or scale the same had power;
  And false Ismeno gan new balls prepare
  Of wicked fire, wild, wondrous, strange and rare.

  XLVIII
  He mingled brimstone with bitumen fell
  Fetched from that lake where Sodom erst did sink,
  And from that flood which nine times compassed hell
  Some of the liquor hot he brought, I think,
  Wherewith the quenchless fire he tempered well,
  To make it smoke and flame and deadly stink:
  And for his wood cut down, the aged sire
  Would thus revengement take with flame and fire.

  XLIX
  While thus the camp, and thus the town were bent,
  These to assault, these to defend the wall,
  A speedy dove through the clear welkin went,
  Straight o'er the tents, seen by the soldiers all;
  With nimble fans the yielding air she rent,
  Nor seemed it that she would alight or fall,
  Till she arrived near that besieged town,
  Then from the clouds at last she stooped down:

  L
  But lo, from whence I nolt, a falcon came,
  Armed with crooked bill and talons long,
  And twixt the camp and city crossed her game,
  That durst nor bide her foe's encounter strong;
  But right upon the royal tent down came,
  And there, the lords and princes great among,
  When the sharp hawk nigh touched her tender head
  In Godfrey's lap she fell, with fear half dead:

  LI
  The duke received her, saved her, and spied,
  As he beheld the bird, a wondrous thing,
  About her neck a letter close was tied,
  By a small thread, and thrust under her wing,
  He loosed forth the writ and spread it wide,
  And read the intent thereof, "To Judah's king,"
  Thus said the schedule, "honors high increase,
  The Egyptian chieftain wisheth health and peace:

  LII
  "Fear not, renowned prince, resist, endure
  Till the third day, or till the fourth at most,
  I come, and your deliverance will procure,
  And kill your coward foes and all their host."
  This secret in that brief was closed up sure,
  Writ in strange language, to the winged post
  Given to transport; for in their warlike need
  The east such message used, oft with good speed.

  LIII
  The duke let go the captive dove at large,
  And she that had his counsel close betrayed,
  Traitress to her great Lord, touched not the marge
  Of Salem's town, but fled far thence afraid.
  The duke before all those which had or charge
  Or office high, the letter read, and said:
  "See how the goodness of the Lord foreshows
  The secret purpose of our crafty foes.

  LIV
  "No longer then let us protract the time,
  But scale the bulwark of this fortress high,
  Through sweat and labor gainst those rocks sublime
  Let us ascend, which to the southward lie;
  Hard will it be that way in arms to climb,
  But yet the place and passage both know I,
  And that high wall by site strong on that part,
  Is least defenced by arms, by work and art.

  LV
  "Thou, Raymond, on this side with all thy might
  Assault the wall, and by those crags ascend,
  My squadrons with mine engines huge shall fight
  And gainst the northern gate my puissance bend,
  That so our foes, beguiled with the sight,
  Our greatest force and power shall there attend,
  While my great tower from thence shall nimbly slide,
  And batter down some worse defended side;

  LVI
  "Camillo, thou not far from me shalt rear
  Another tower, close to the walls ybrought."
  This spoken, Raymond old, that sate him near,
  And while he talked great things tossed in his thought,
  Said, "To Godfredo's counsel, given us here,
  Naught can be added, from it taken naught:
  Yet this I further wish, that some were sent
  To spy their camp, their secret and intent,

  LVII
  "That may their number and their squadrons brave
  Describe, and through their tents disguised mask."
  Quoth Tancred, "Lo, a subtle squire I have,
  A person fit to undertake this task,
  A man quick, ready, bold, sly to deceive,
  To answer, wise, and well advised to ask;
  Well languaged, and that with time and place,
  Can change his look, his voice, his gait, his grace."

  LVIII
  Sent for, he came, and when his lord him told
  What Godfrey's pleasure was and what his own,
  He smiled and said forthwith he gladly would.
  "I go," quoth he, "careless what chance be thrown,
  And where encamped be these Pagans bold,
  Will walk in every tent a spy unknown,
  Their camp even at noon-day I enter shall,
  And number all their horse and footmen all;

  LIX
  "How great, how strong, how armed this army is,
  And what their guide intends, I will declare,
  To me the secrets of that heart of his
  And hidden thoughts shall open lie and bare."
  Thus Vafrine spoke, nor longer stayed on this,
  But for a mantle changed the coat he ware,
  Naked was his neck, and bout his forehead bold,
  Of linen white full twenty yards he rolled.

  LX
  His weapons were a Syrian bow and quiver,
  His gestures barbarous, like the Turkish train,
  Wondered all they that heard his tongue deliver
  Of every land the language true and plain:
  In Tyre a born Phoenician, by the river
  Of Nile a knight bred in the Egyptian main,
  Both people would have thought him; forth he rides
  On a swift steed, o'er hills and dales that glides.

  LXI
  But ere the third day came the French forth sent
  Their pioneers to even the rougher ways,
  And ready made each warlike instrument,
  Nor aught their labor interrupts or stays;
  The nights in busy toll they likewise spent
  And with long evenings lengthened forth short days,
  Till naught was left the hosts that hinder might
  To use their utmost power and strength in fight.

  LXII
  That day, which of the assault the day forerun,
  The godly duke in prayer spent well-nigh,
  And all the rest, because they had misdone,
  The sacrament receive and mercy cry;
  Then oft the duke his engines great begun
  To show where least he would their strength apply;
  His foes rejoiced, deluded in that sort,
  To see them bent against their surest port:

  LXIII
  But after, aided by the friendly night,
  His greatest engine to that side he brought
  Where plainest seemed the wall, where with their might
  The flankers least could hurt them as they fought;
  And to the southern mountain's greatest height
  To raise his turret old Raymondo sought;
  And thou Camillo on that part hadst thine,
  Where from the north the walls did westward twine.

  LXIV
  But when amid the eastern heaven appeared
  The rising morning bright as shining glass,
  The troubled Pagans saw, and seeing feared,
  How the great tower stood not where late it was,
  And here and there tofore unseen was reared
  Of timber strong a huge and fearful mass,
  And numberless with beams, with ropes and strings,
  They view the iron rams, the barks and slings.

  LXV
  The Syrian people now were no whit slow,
  Their best defences to that side to bear,
  Where Godfrey did his greatest engine show,
  From thence where late in vain they placed were:
  But he who at his back right well did know
  The host of Egypt to be proaching near,
  To him called Guelpho, and the Roberts twain,
  And said, "On horseback look you still remain,

  LXVI
  "And have regard, while all our people strive
  To scale this wall, where weak it seems and thin,
  Lest unawares some sudden host arrive,
  And at our backs unlooked-for war begin."
  This said, three fierce assaults at once they give,
  The hardy soldiers all would die or win,
  And on three parts resistance makes the king,
  And rage gainst strength, despair gainst hope doth bring.

  LXVII
  Himself upon his limbs with feeble eild
  That shook, unwieldy with their proper weight,
  His armor laid and long unused shield,
  And marched gainst Raymond to the mountain's height;
  Great Solyman gainst Godfrey took the field;
  Fornenst Camillo stood Argantes straight
  Where Tancred strong he found, so fortune will
  That this good prince his wonted foe shall kill.

  LXVIII
  The archers shot their arrows sharp and keen,
  Dipped in the bitter juice of poison strong,
  The shady face of heaven was scantly seen,
  Hid with the clouds of shafts and quarries long;
  Yet weapons sharp with greater fury been
  Cast from the towers the Pagan troops among,
  For thence flew stones and clifts of marble rocks,
  Trees shod with iron, timber, logs and blocks.

  LXIX
  A thunderbolt seemed every stone, it brake
  His limbs and armors on whom so it light,
  That life and soul it did not only take
  But all his shape and face disfigured quite;
  The lances stayed not in the wounds they make,
  But through the gored body took their flight,
  From side to side, through flesh, through skin and rind
  They flew, and flying, left sad death behind.

  LXX
  But yet not all this force and fury drove
  The Pagan people to forsake the wall,
  But to revenge these deadly blows they strove,
  With darts that fly, with stones and trees that fall;
  For need so cowards oft courageous prove,
  For liberty they fight, for life and all,
  And oft with arrows, shafts, and stones that fly,
  Give bitter answer to a sharp reply.

  LXXI
  This while the fierce assailants never cease,
  But sternly still maintain a threefold charge,
  And gainst the clouds of shafts draw nigh at ease,
  Under a pentise made of many a targe,
  The armed towers close to the bulwarks press,
  And strive to grapple with the battled marge,
  And launch their bridges out, meanwhile below
  With iron fronts the rams the walls down throw.

  LXXII
  Yet still Rinaldo unresolved went,
  And far unworthy him this service thought,
  If mongst the common sort his pains he spent;
  Renown so got the prince esteemed naught:
  His angry looks on every side he bent,
  And where most harm, most danger was, he fought,
  And where the wall high, strong and surest was,
  That part would he assault, and that way pass.

  LXXIII
  And turning to the worthies him behind,
  All hardy knights, whom Dudon late did guide,
  "Oh shame," quoth he, "this wall no war doth find,
  When battered is elsewhere each part, each side;
  All pain is safety to a valiant mind,
  Each way is eath to him that dares abide,
  Come let us scale this wall, though strong and high,
  And with your shields keep off the darts that fly."

  LXXIV
  With him united all while thus he spake,
  Their targets hard above their heads they threw,
  Which joined in one an iron pentise make
  That from the dreadful storm preserved the crew.
  Defended thus their speedy course they take,
  And to the wall without resistance drew,
  For that strong penticle protected well
  The knights, from all that flew and all that fell.

  LXXV
  Against the fort Rinaldo gan uprear
  A ladder huge, an hundred steps of height,
  And in his arm the same did easily bear
  And move as winds do reeds or rushes light,
  Sometimes a tree, a rock, a dart or spear,
  Fell from above, yet forward clomb the knight,
  And upward fearless pierced, careless still,
  Though Mount Olympus fell, or Ossa hill:

  LXXVI
  A mount of ruins, and of shafts a wood
  Upon his shoulders and his shield he bore,
  One hand the ladder held whereon he stood,
  The other bare his targe his face before;
  His hardy troop, by his example good
  Provoked, with him the place assaulted sore,
  And ladders long against the wall they clap,
  Unlike in courage yet, unlike in hap:

  LXXVII
  One died, another fell; he forward went,
  And these he comforts, and he threateneth those,
  Now with his hand outstretched the battlement
  Well-nigh he reached, when all his armed foes
  Ran thither, and their force and fury bent
  To throw him headlong down, yet up he goes,
  A wondrous thing, one knight whole armed bands
  Alone, and hanging in the air, withstands:

  LXXVIII
  Withstands, and forceth his great strength so far,
  That like a palm whereon huge weight doth rest,
  His forces so resisted stronger are,
  His virtues higher rise the more oppressed,
  Till all that would his entrance bold debar,
  He backward drove, upleaped and possessed
  The wall, and safe and easy with his blade,
  To all that after came, the passage made.

  LXXIX
  There killing such as durst and did withstand,
  To noble Eustace that was like to fall
  He reached forth his friendly conquering hand,
  And next himself helped him to mount the wall.
  This while Godfredo and his people land
  Their lives to greater harms and dangers thrall,
  For there not man with man, nor knight with knight
  Contend, but engines there with engines fight.

  LXXX
  For in that place the Paynims reared a post,
  Which late had served some gallant ship for mast,
  And over it another beam they crossed,
  Pointed with iron sharp, to it made fast
  With ropes which as men would the dormant tossed,
  Now out, now in, now back, now forward cast.
  In his swift pulleys oft the men withdrew
  The tree, and oft the riding-balk forth threw:

  LXXXI
  The mighty beam redoubted oft his blows,
  And with such force the engine smote and hit,
  That her broad side the tower wide open throws,
  Her joints were broke, her rafters cleft and split;
  But yet gainst every hap whence mischief grows,
  Prepared the piece, gainst such extremes made fit,
  Launch forth two scythes, sharp, cutting, long and broad
  And cut the ropes whereon the engine rode:

  LXXXII
  As an old rock, which age or stormy wind
  Tears from some craggy hill or mountain steep,
  Doth break, doth bruise, and into dust doth grind
  Woods, houses, hamlets, herds, and folds of sheep,
  So fell the beam, and down with it all kind
  Of arms, of weapons, and of men did sweep,
  Wherewith the towers once or twice did shake,
  Trembled the walls, the hills and mountains quake.

  LXXXIII
  Victorious Godfrey boldly forward came,
  And had great hope even then the place to win;
  But lo, a fire, with stench, with smoke and flame
  Withstood his passage, stopped his entrance in:
  Such burning Aetna yet could never frame,
  When from her entrails hot her fires begin,
  Nor yet in summer on the Indian plain,
  Such vapors warm from scorching air down rain.

  LXXXIV
  There balls of wildfire, there fly burning spears,
  This flame was black, that blue, this red as blood;
  Stench well-nigh choked them, noise deafs their ears,
  Smoke blinds their eyes, fire kindleth on the wood;
  Nor those raw hides which for defence it wears
  Could save the tower, in such distress it stood;
  For now they wrinkle, now it sweats and fries,
  Now burns, unless some help come down from skies.

  LXXXV
  The hardy duke before his folk abides,
  Nor changed he color, countenance or place,
  But comforts those that from the scaldered hides
  With water strove the approaching flames to chase:
  In these extremes the prince and those he guides
  Half roasted stood before fierce Vulcan's face,
  When lo, a sudden and unlooked-for blast
  The flames against the kindlers backward cast:

  LXXXVI
  The winds drove back the fire, where heaped lie
  The Pagans' weapons, where their engines were,
  Which kindling quickly in that substance dry,
  Burnt all their store and all their warlike gear:
  O glorious captain! whom the Lord from high
  Defends, whom God preserves, and holds so dear;
  For thee heaven fights, to thee the winds, from far,
  Called with thy trumpet's blast, obedient are!

  LXXXVII
  But wicked Ismen to his harm that saw
  How the fierce blast drove back the fire and flame,
  By art would nature change, and thence withdraw
  Those noisome winds, else calm and still the same;
  'Twixt two false wizards without fear or awe
  Upon the walls in open sight he came,
  Black, grisly, loathsome, grim and ugly faced,
  Like Pluto old, betwixt two furies placed;

  LXXXVIII
  And now the wretch those dreadful words begun,
  Which trouble make deep hell and all her flock,
  Now trembled is the air, the golden sun
  His fearful beams in clouds did close and lock,
  When from the tower, which Ismen could not shun,
  Out fled a mighty stone, late half a rock,
  Which light so just upon the wizards three,
  That driven to dust their bones and bodies be.

  LXXXIX
  To less than naught their members old were torn,
  And shivered were their heads to pieces small,
  As small as are the bruised grains of corn
  When from the mill dissolved to meal they fall;
  Their damned souls, to deepest hell down borne
  Far from the joy and light celestial,
  The furies plunged in the infernal lake:
  O mankind, at their ends ensample take!

  XC
  This while the engine which the tempest cold
  Had saved from burning with his friendly blast,
  Approached had so near the battered hold
  That on the walls her bridge at ease she cast:
  But Solyman ran thither fierce and bold,
  To cut the plank whereon the Christians passed.
  And had performed his will, save that upreared
  High in the skies a turret new appeared;

  XCI
  Far in the air up clomb the fortress tall,
  Higher than house, than steeple, church or tower;
  The Pagans trembled to behold the wall
  And city subject to her shot and power;
  Yet kept the Turk his stand, though on him fall
  Of stones and darts a sharp and deadly shower,
  And still to cut the bridge he hopes and strives,
  And those that fear with cheerful speech revives.

  XCII
  The angel Michael, to all the rest
  Unseen, appeared before Godfredo's eyes,
  In pure and heavenly armor richly dressed,
  Brighter than Titan's rays in clearest skies;
  "Godfrey," quoth he, "this is the moment blest
  To free this town that long in bondage lies,
  See, see what legions in thine aid I bring,
  For Heaven assists thee, and Heaven's glorious King:

  XCIII
  "Lift up thine eyes, and in the air behold
  The sacred armies, how they mustered be,
  That cloud of flesh in which for times of old
  All mankind wrapped is, I take from thee,
  And from thy senses their thick mist unfold,
  That face to face thou mayest these spirits see,
  And for a little space right well sustain
  Their glorious light and view those angels plain.

  XCIV
  "Behold the souls of every lord and knight
  That late bore arms and died for Christ's dear sake,
  How on thy side against this town they fight,
  And of thy joy and conquest will partake:
  There where the dust and smoke blind all men's sight,
  Where stones and ruins such an heap do make,
  There Hugo fights, in thickest cloud imbarred,
  And undermines that bulwark's groundwork hard.

  XCV
  "See Dudon yonder, who with sword and fire
  Assails and helps to scale the northern port,
  That with bold courage doth thy folk inspire
  And rears their ladders gainst the assaulted fort:
  He that high on the mount in grave attire
  Is clad, and crowned stands in kingly sort,
  Is Bishop Ademare, a blessed spirit,
  Blest for his faith, crowned for his death and merit.

  XCVI
  "But higher lift thy happy eyes, and view
  Where all the sacred hosts of Heaven appear."
  He looked, and saw where winged armies flew,
  Innumerable, pure, divine and clear;
  A battle round of squadrons three they show
  And all by threes those squadrons ranged were,
  Which spreading wide in rings still wider go,
  Moved with a stone calm water circleth so.

  XCVII
  With that he winked, and vanished was and gone;
  That wondrous vision when he looked again,
  His worthies fighting viewed he one by one,
  And on each side saw signs of conquest plain,
  For with Rinaldo gainst his yielding lone,
  His knights were entered and the Pagans slain,
  This seen, the duke no longer stay could brook,
  But from the bearer bold his ensign took:

  XCVIII
  And on the bridge he stepped, but there was stayed
  By Solyman, who entrance all denied,
  That narrow tree to virtue great was made,
  The field as in few blows right soon was tried,
  "Here will I give my life for Sion's aid,
  Here will I end my days," the Soldan cried,
  "Behind me cut or break this bridge, that I
  May kill a thousand Christians first, then die."

  XCIX
  But thither fierce Rinaldo threatening went,
  And at his sight fled all the Soldan's train,
  "What shall I do? If here my life be spent,
  I spend and spill," quoth he, "my blood in vain!"
  With that his steps from Godfrey back he bent,
  And to him let the passage free remain,
  Who threatening followed as the Soldan fled,
  And on the walls the purple Cross dispread:

  C
  About his head he tossed, he turned, he cast,
  That glorious ensign, with a thousand twines,
  Thereon the wind breathes with his sweetest blast,
  Thereon with golden rays glad Phoebus shines,
  Earth laughs for joy, the streams forbear their haste,
  Floods clap their hands, on mountains dance the pines,
  And Sion's towers and sacred temples smile
  For their deliverance from that bondage vile.

  CI
  And now the armies reared the happy cry
  Of victory, glad, joyful, loud, and shrill.
  The hills resound, the echo showereth high,
  And Tancred bold, that fights and combats still
  With proud Argantes, brought his tower so nigh,
  That on the wall, against the boaster's will,
  In his despite, his bridge he also laid,
  And won the place, and there the cross displayed.

  CII
  But on the southern hill, where Raymond fought
  Against the townsmen and their aged king,
  His hardy Gascoigns gained small or naught;
  Their engine to the walls they could not bring,
  For thither all his strength the prince had brought,
  For life and safety sternly combating,
  And for the wall was feeblest on that coast,
  There were his soldiers best, and engines most.

  CIII
  Besides, the tower upon that quarter found
  Unsure, uneasy, and uneven the way,
  Nor art could help, but that the rougher ground
  The rolling mass did often stop and stay;
  But now of victory the joyful sound
  The king and Raymond heard amid their fray;
  And by the shout they and their soldiers know,
  The town was entered on the plain below.

  CIV
  Which heard, Raymondo thus bespake this crew,
  "The town is won, my friends, and doth it yet
  Resist? are we kept out still by these few?
  Shall we no share in this high conquest get?"
  But from that part the king at last withdrew,
  He strove in vain their entrance there to let,
  And to a stronger place his folk he brought,
  Where to sustain the assault awhile he thought.

  CV
  The conquerors at once now entered all,
  The walls were won, the gates were opened wide,
  Now bruised, broken down, destroyed fall
  The ports and towers that battery durst abide;
  Rageth the sword, death murdereth great and small,
  And proud 'twixt woe and horror sad doth ride.
  Here runs the blood, in ponds there stands the gore,
  And drowns the knights in whom it lived before.