LVII.
“This while the fell enchanter, I supposed,
“Dragged both the warriors to his prison-cell;
“And by strange virtue of the shield disclosed,
“I from my hope and they from freedom fell:
“And thus I to the turrets, which enclosed
“My heart, departing, bade a last farewell.
“Now sum my griefs, and say if love combine
“Other distress or grief to match with mine.”
LVIII.
The knight relapsed into his first disease,
After his melancholy tale was done.
This was Count Pinabel, the Maganzese,
Anselmo d’ Altaripa’s faithless son.
He, where the blood ran foul through all degrees,
Disdained to be the only virtuous one;
Nor played a simple part among the base,
Passing in vice the villains of his race.
LIX.
With aspect changing still, the beauteous dame
Hears what the mournful Maganzese narrates;
And, at first mention of Rogero’s name,
Her radiant face with eager joy dilates.
But, full of pity, kindles into flame
As Pinabel his cruel durance states.
Nor finds she, though twice told, the story stale;
But makes him oft repeat and piece his tale.
