LXXXI.
But, as to Bradamant whilere, he cries,
‘He will all measures and all means assay,
‘Whereby some fair occasion may arise
‘To leave the king; and had there been delay,
‘And he whilere had done in otherwise,
‘She on the Tartar king the fault must lay:
‘How sorely handled that redoubted foe
‘Had left him in their battle, she must know;
LXXXII.
‘And she, that every day had sought his bed,
‘Must of this truth the fittest witness be.’
Much upon this was answered, much was said,
Between those damsels, who at last agree;
And as their last resolve, last counsel read,
He should rejoin the paynim’s ensignry,
Till he found fair occasion to resort
From Agramant’s to Charles’s royal court.
LXXXIII.
To Bradamant the bold Marphisa cries:
“Let him begone, nor doubt but I, before
“Many days pass, will manage in such wise,
“That Agramant shall be his lord no more.”
So says the martial damsel, nor implies
The secret purpose which she has in store.
Making his congees to the friendly twain,
To join his king Rogero turns the rein.
