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Revolving over in his anxious thought
235 The various perils of uncertain fates.
LX. But, tir'd at length, he down the darkling dale Moves with soft pace, and prudent eye afkance, Meas’ring the track where fcoops the hollow vale, And his firm steps fupporting on his lazıce. 240
So steers some veffel thro' the boiling deep,
While rocks, and shoals, and quickfands are in view,
Such cautious watch the fteady pilots keep,
And guide what course to shun and what pursue;
And ever and anon the boist'rous surge,
That swells to meet them, carefully avoid,
Then with quick helm the answering vessel urge
To thun its rage on other billows buoy'd.
LXIII. And now had Ulfinore, with weary pace, Trac'd many a rood of that same winding way, 250 Exploring as he went each secret place, Each dell, impervious e'en to brightest day.
LXIV. At length, emerging from the op'ning glade, He reach'd the margin of a rising hill, Whose verdant top was crown'd with leafy shade, And at its foot there ran a murm'ring rill. 236
The winds were hush'd, and the loud thunder's roar
In feeble distant nutt'rings dy'd away,
The livid lighcuing: flashing now no more,
And night rerir'd, pierc'd by Aurora's ray. 260
On the hill-top the gray dawn relled high,
Which many a wreath of purple did adorn,
fól's floping beams Mot upward to the sky,
And the lark sáng, the herald of the mora.
Glad Earth reviv'd, and o'er her face was spread 265
The cheerful mantle of reviving green;
The leafy trees, each from his lofty head,
Distillid big drops, which glitt'ring fell forene.
Nature rejoie'd; but still with downcaft eye,
And heavy heart, foreboding future wo, 270
The pradėtit youth heaves fast the mournful figh,
While half fuppress'd the hursting sorrows flow.
Goltho he calls; bis manly voice he rears,
Oft' to its pitch, which hill and dale rebound,
The much-lov'd name each grot and cavern hears,
And Goltho echoes thro' the fylvan bound. 276
But Goltho hears not, distant from his friend,
la evil plight he counts the lonely hours,
Doom'd long his fate uncertain to attend,
Coop'd in the durefs of unfriendly tow'rs. 280
Far had he fray'd adown the winding track,
Resolv'd some outlet from its maze to find,
Then mounts the hill, but hasty turning back,
He saw surpris'd an armed band behind.
These by the bloody Borgio's captains led,
Rush'd bold and sudden from the op'ning glade;
And now so well their evil bus'ness sped,
The youths must perish, or be captive made.
And they had perish'd, while with desp'rate force
They frove to penetrate the thick-rank'd foc, 290
But that they sunk beneath the trampling horse,
And thụs were taken ev'n without a blow.
These to the Brescian camp the chiefs convey'd,
Resolv'd to keep them as a pledge secure,
Where they in heavy chains were instant laid, 295
And must long pain and tedious bonds endure.
But turn we now where Aribert awaits
'Th' uncertain issue of disastrous war,
And in Verona's tow'rs th' assembled states
Debating sage with fenacorial care.
For on that dreadful night the news was spread,
That not the train of Gondibert drew near,
But Hubert's troops, by desp'rate Morcar led,
Which filPd each bosom with a panick fear.
For thro' all Lombardy was Morcar known
305 Of fiercest guise, disdaining still to yield, And oft' his dreadful prowess had he frown, la death and ruin on the foughten field.
But still more oft' the town's beleagur'd wall
Had seen him victor in remotest lands;
310 Nought joy'd him more than some rich city's fall, With whose fack'd wealth to pay his savage bands,
LXXIX. Nor age nor sex their boiling rage would spare, But still their steps were mark'd with seas of blood; Hence ev'ry foe must conquer or despair, 315 Where desp'rate Morcar's haughty ensigas stood.
Now well dissembling with a chosen few,
Who wav'd their purple ensigns to the ky,
He to Verona's lofcy turrets drew,
Advancing Gondibert's rich standard high. 320
For this he deem'd would soon admittance gain,
At such a time, when feltal mirth went round,
Thus stratagem for once might force supply,
And Hubert's hopes with wilh'd success be crown'd.
The chief once enter'd 'midit the bufy throng, 333
Soon might the rest effect their bold defiga;
Then should grim war succeed to mirthful soÐg,
And Mars' dread feats takes place of rites divine.
But while he thus infidious wiles prepares,
A ftraggling foldier, roving o'er the plais,
Is caught unbeeding in their hidden spares,
By such a force as makes resistance vaim.
Yet the wife captive meeting art with art,
Pretends great love to Princely Hubert's fids,
And offers many a secret to impart,
333 Which may againit his foes' strong arms provide :
LXXXV. For this too carelessly the guards attend, On one devoted to their master's cause, And while they slightly watch this new-made friend, He tow'rds the city suddenly withdraws.
340 LXXXVI. Tho'not fo fafe he took his speedy flight, Big that the foe his fly desertion found, Whose troops pursu'd him thro' the shades of night, And mark'd him o'er with many a ghaftly wound,