All the life now which I desire to have, "If you've a Theban heart, and birds of prey Must have their food before your rage can cool, Feast them on me; only do let me lay His limbs in earth, that has been used to rule." As for the prince, so deeply was he mov'd, A ruffian, at this juncture, of the band, Little restrain❜d by what restrain'd the rest, Thrust with his lance across the suppliant's hand, And pierc'd his delicate and faithful breast. The act,-in one too under his command,Displeas'd the princely chief, and much distress'd; The more so, as the poor boy dropp'd his head, And fell so pale that all believ'd him dead. Such was his grief, and such was his disdain, That crying out, "The blood be on his head !" He turn'd in wrath, to give the thrust again; But the false villain, ere the words were said, Put spurs into his horse and fled amain, Stooping his rascal shoulders, as he fled. Cloridan, when he sees Medoro fall, Leaps from the wood, and comes defying all; And casts away his bow, and almost mad, His blood soon colour'd many a dripping blade, He lets himself fall down beside his friend. The troop then follow'd where their chief had gone, Pursuing his stern chase among the trees, And leave the two companions there alone, One surely dead, the other scarcely less. Long time Medoro lay without a groan, Losing his blood in such large quantities, That life would surely have gone out at last, Had not a helping hand been coming past. ANGELICA AND MEDORO. THE SEQUEL OF THE PRECEDING STORY. THERE came by chance a damsel passing there, As well behov'd her keep grave maiden eyes. You know the magic ring, and her distress? But, above all, she hates to recollect That she had taken to Rinaldo so;† *The ring conferred the power of invisibility. Another of the Peers or Paladins of Charlemagne, second only in renown to Orlando. She thinks it the last want of self-respect, Pure degradation, to have look'd so low "Such arrogance," said Cupid, "must be check'd.” The little God betook him with his bow, To where Medoro lay, and standing by, Now when the princess saw the youth all pale, And found him grieving with his bitter wound, Not for what one so young might well bewail, But that his king should not be laid in ground, She felt a something, strange and gentle, steal Into her heart by some new way it found, Which touch'd its hardness, and turn'd all to grace; And more so, when he told her all his case. And calling to her mind the little arts Of healing, which she learnt in India, And thinking of an herb that caught her As she was coming, in a pleasant plain, eye (Whether 'twas panacea, dittany, Or some such herb accounted sovereign For staunching blood quickly and tenderly, In coming back she met upon the way And been two days about the solitude. Angelica got off her horse in haste, And made the shepherd get as fast from his; Then dropp'd it in the wound, and bath'd his breast, His sides, and spine, and all that was amiss: And of such virtue was it, that at length The blood was stopp'd, and he look'd round with strength. |