LXXVIII.
And this effect two different fountains wrought,
Whose wonderous waters different moods inspire.
Both spring in Arden, with rare virtue fraught:
This fills the heart with amorous desire:
Who taste that other fountain are untaught
Their love, and change for ice their former fire.
Rinaldo drank the first, and vainly sighs;
Angelica the last, and hates and flies.
LXXIX.
Mixed with such secret bane the waters glide,
Which amorous care convert to sudden hate;
The maid no sooner had Rinaldo spied,
Than on her laughing eyes deep darkness sate:
And with sad mien and trembling voice she cried
To Sacripant, and prayed him not to wait
The near approach of the detested knight,
But through the wood with her pursue his flight.
LXXX.
To her the Saracen, with anger hot:
“Is knightly worship sunk so low in me,
“That thou should’st hold my valour cheap, and not
“Sufficient to make yonder champion flee?
“Already are Albracca’s fights forgot,
“And that dread night I singly stood for thee?
“That night when I, though naked, was thy shield
“Against King Agrican and all his field?”
