Lx.x.x That kept she secret, if Clorinda heard Her make complaints, or secretly lament, To other cause her sorrow she referred: Matter enough she had of discontent, Like as the bird that having close imbarred Her tender young ones in the springing bent, To draw the searcher further from her nest, Cries and complains most where she needeth least.
Lx.x.xI Alone, within her chamber"s secret part, Sitting one day upon her heavy thought, Devising by what means, what sleight, what art, Her close departure should be safest wrought, a.s.sembled in her unresolved heart An hundred pa.s.sions strove and ceaseless fought; At last she saw high hanging on the wall Clorinda"s silver arms, and sighed withal:
Lx.x.xII And sighing, softly to herself she said, "How blessed is this virgin in her might?
How I envy the glory of the maid, Yet envy not her shape, or beauty"s light; Her steps are not with trailing garments stayed, Nor chambers hide her valor shining bright; But armed she rides, and breaketh sword and spear, Nor is her strength restrained by shame or fear.
Lx.x.xIII "Alas, why did not Heaven these members frail With lively force and vigor strengthen so That I this silken gown and slender veil Might for a breastplate and an helm forego?
Then should not heat, nor cold, nor rain, nor hail, Nor storms that fall, nor bl.u.s.tering winds that blow Withhold me, but I would both day and night, In pitched field, or private combat fight.
Lx.x.xIV "Nor haddest thou, Argantes, first begun With my dear lord that fierce and cruel fight, But I to that encounter would have run, And haply ta"en him captive by my might; Yet should he find, our furious combat done, His thraldom easy, and his bondage light; For fetters, mine embracements should he prove; For diet, kisses sweet; for keeper, love.
Lx.x.xV "Or else my tender bosom opened wide, And heart though pierced with his cruel blade, The b.l.o.o.d.y weapon in my wounded side Might cure the wound which love before had made; Then should my soul in rest and quiet slide Down to the valleys of the Elysian shade, And my mishap the knight perchance would move, To shed some tears upon his murdered love.
Lx.x.xVI "Alas! impossible are all these things, Such wishes vain afflict my woful sprite, Why yield I thus to plaints and sorrowings, As if all hope and help were perished quite?
My heart dares much, it soars with Cupid"s wings, Why use I not for once these armors bright?
I may sustain awhile this shield aloft, Though I be tender, feeble, weak and soft.
Lx.x.xVII "Love, strong, bold, mighty never-tired love, Supplieth force to all his servants true; The fearful stags he doth to battle move, Till each his horns in others" blood imbrue; Yet mean not I the haps of war to prove, A stratagem I have devised new, Clorinda-like in this fair harness dight, I will escape out of the town this night.
Lx.x.xVIII "I know the men that have the gate to ward, If she command dare not her will deny, In what sort else could I beguile the guard?
This way is only left, this will I try: O gentle love, in this adventure hard Thine handmaid guide, a.s.sist and fortify!
The time, the hour now fitteth best the thing, While stout Clorinda talketh with the king."
Lx.x.xIX Resolved thus, without delay she went, As her strong pa.s.sion did her rashly guide, And those bright arms, down from the rafter hent, Within her closet did she closely hide; That might she do unseen, for she had sent The rest, on sleeveless errands from her side, And night her stealths brought to their wished end, Night, patroness of thieves, and lovers" friend.
XC Some sparkling fires on heaven"s bright visage shone; His azure robe the orient blueness lost, When she, whose wit and reason both were gone, Called for a squire she loved and trusted most, To whom and to a maid, a faithful one, Part of her will she told, how that in post She would depart from Juda"s king, and feigned That other cause her sudden flight constrained.
XCI The trusty squire provided needments meet, As for their journey fitting most should be; Meanwhile her vesture, pendant to her feet, Erminia doft, as erst determined she, Stripped to her petticoat the virgin sweet So slender was, that wonder was to see; Her handmaid ready at her mistress" will, To arm her helped, though simple were her skill.
XCII The rugged steel oppressed and offended Her dainty neck, and locks of shining gold; Her tender arm so feeble was, it bended When that huge target it presumed to hold, The burnished steel bright rays far off extended, She feigned courage, and appeared bold; Fast by her side unseen smiled Venus" son, As erst he laughed when Alcides spun.
XCIII Oh, with what labor did her shoulders bear That heavy burthen, and how slow she went!
Her maid, to see that all the coasts were clear, Before her mistress, through the streets was sent; Love gave her courage, love exiled fear, Love to her tired limbs new vigor lent, Till she approached where the squire abode, There took they horse forthwith and forward rode.
XCIV Disguised they went, and by unused ways, And secret paths they strove unseen to gone, Until the watch they meet, which sore affrays Their soldiers new, when swords and weapons shone Yet none to stop their journey once essays, But place and pa.s.sage yielded every one; For that bright armor, and that helmet bright, Were known and feared, in the darkest night.
XCV Erminia, though some deal she were dismayed, Yet went she on, and goodly countenance bore, She doubted lest her purpose were bewrayed, Her too much boldness she repented sore; But now the gate her fear and pa.s.sage stayed, The heedless porter she beguiled therefore, "I am Clorinda, ope the gate," she cried, "Where as the king commands, this late I ride."
XCVI Her woman"s voice and terms all framed been, Most like the speeches of the princess stout, Who would have thought on horseback to have seen That feeble damsel armed round about?
The porter her obeyed, and she, between Her trusty squire and maiden, sallied out, And through the secret dales they silent pa.s.s, Where danger least, least fear, least peril was.
XCVII But when these fair adventurers entered were Deep in a vale, Erminia stayed her haste, To be recalled she had no cause to fear, This foremost hazard had she trimly past; But dangers new, tofore unseen, appear, New perils she descried, new doubts she cast.
The way that her desire to quiet brought, More difficult now seemed than erst she thought.
XCVIII Armed to ride among her angry foes, She now perceived it were great oversight, Yet would she not, she thought, herself disclose, Until she came before her chosen knight, To him she purposed to present the rose Pure, spotless, clean, untouched of mortal wight, She stayed therefore, and in her thoughts more wise, She called her squire, whom thus she gan advise.
XCIX "Thou must," quoth she, "be mine amba.s.sador, Be wise, be careful, true, and diligent, Go to the camp, present thyself before The Prince Tancredi, wounded in his tent; Tell him thy mistress comes to cure his sore, If he to grant her peace and rest consent Gainst whom fierce love such cruel war hath raised, So shall his wounds be cured, her torments eased.
C "And say, in him such hope and trust she hath, That in his powers she fears no shame nor scorn, Tell him thus much, and whatso"er he saith, Unfold no more, but make a quick return, I, for this place is free from harm and scath, Within this valley will meanwhile sojourn."
Thus spake the princess: and her servant true To execute the charge imposed, flew;
CI And was received, he so discreetly wrought, First of the watch that guarded in their place, Before the wounded prince then was he brought, Who heard his message kind, with gentle grace, Which told, he left him tossing in his thought A thousand doubts, and turned his speedy pace To bring his lady and his mistress word, She might be welcome to that courteous lord.
CII But she, impatient, to whose desire Grievous and harmful seemed each little stay, Recounts his steps, and thinks, now draws he nigher, Now enters in, now speaks, now comes his way; And that which grieved her most, the careful squire Less speedy seemed than e"er before that day; Lastly she forward rode with love to guide, Until the Christian tents at hand she spied.
CIII Invested in her starry veil, the night In her kind arms embraced all this round, The silver moon from sea uprising bright Spread frosty pearl upon the candid ground: And Cynthia-like for beauty"s glorious light The love-sick nymph threw glittering beams around, And counsellors of her old love she made Those valleys dumb, that silence, and that shade.
CIV Beholding then the camp, quoth she, "O fair And castle-like pavilions, richly wrought!
From you how sweet methinketh blows the air, How comforts it my heart, my soul, my thought?
Through heaven"s fair face from gulf of sad despair My tossed bark to port well-nigh is brought: In you I seek redress for all my harms, Rest, midst your weapons; peace, amongst your arms.
CV "Receive me, then, and let me mercy find, As gentle love a.s.sureth me I shall, Among you had I entertainment kind When first I was the Prince Tancredi"s thrall: I covet not, led by ambition blind You should me in my father"s throne install, Might I but serve in you my lord so dear, That my content, my joy, my comfort were."
CVI Thus parleyed she, poor soul, and never feared The sudden blow of Fortune"s cruel spite, She stood where Phoebe"s splendent beam appeared Upon her silver armor double bright, The place about her round she shining cleared With that pure white wherein the nymph was dight: The tigress great, that on her helmet laid, Bore witness where she went, and where she stayed.
CVII So as her fortune would, a Christian band Their secret ambush there had closely framed, Led by two brothers of Italia land, Young Poliphern and Alicandro named, These with their forces watched to withstand Those that brought victuals to their foes untamed, And kept that pa.s.sage; them Erminia spied, And fled as fast as her swift steed could ride.
CVIII But Poliphern, before whose watery eyes, His aged father strong Clorinda slew, When that bright shield and silver helm he spies, The championess he thought he saw and knew; Upon his hidden mates for aid he cries Gainst his supposed foe, and forth he flew, As he was rash, and heedless in his wrath, Bending his lance, "Thou art but dead," he saith.
CIX As when a chased hind her course doth bend To seek by soil to find some ease or goad; Whether from craggy rock the spring descend, Or softly glide within the shady wood; If there the dogs she meet, where late she wend To comfort her weak limbs in cooling flood, Again she flies swift as she fled at first, Forgetting weakness, weariness and thirst.
CX So she, that thought to rest her weary sprite, And quench the endless thirst of ardent love With dear embracements of her lord and knight, But such as marriage rites should first approve, When she beheld her foe, with weapon bright Threatening her death, his trusty courser move, Her love, her lord, herself abandoned, She spurred her speedy steed, and swift she fled.
CXI Erminia fled, scantly the tender gra.s.s Her Pegasus with his light footsteps bent, Her maiden"s beast for speed did likewise pa.s.s; Yet divers ways, such was their fear, they went: The squire who all too late returned, alas.
With tardy news from Prince Tancredi"s tent, Fled likewise, when he saw his mistress gone, It booted not to sojourn there alone.
CXII But Alicandro wiser than the rest, Who this supposed Clorinda saw likewise, To follow her yet was he nothing pressed, But in his ambush still and close he lies, A messenger to G.o.dfrey he addressed, That should him of this accident advise, How that his brother chased with naked blade Clorinda"s self, or else Clorinda"s shade.
CXIII Yet that it was, or that it could be she, He had small cause or reason to suppose, Occasion great and weighty must it be Should make her ride by night among her foes: What G.o.dfrey willed that observed he, And with his soldiers lay in ambush close: These news through all the Christian army went, In every cabin talked, in every tent.
CXIV Tancred, whose thoughts the squire had filled with doubt By his sweet words, supposed now hearing this, Alas! the virgin came to seek me out, And for my sake her life in danger is; Himself forthwith he singled from the rout, And rode in haste, though half his arms he miss; Among those sandy fields and valleys green, To seek his love, he galloped fast unseen.
SEVENTH BOOK
THE ARGUMENT.
A shepherd fair Erminia entertains, Whom whilst Tancredi seeks in vain to find, He is entrapped in Armida"s trains: Raymond with strong Argantes is a.s.signed To fight, an angel to his aid he gains: Satan that sees the Pagan"s fury blind, And hasty wrath turn to his loss and harm, Doth raise new tempest, uproar and alarm.
I Erminia"s steed this while his mistress bore Through forests thick among the shady treen, Her feeble hand the bridle reins forlore, Half in a swoon she was, for fear I ween; But her fleet courser spared ne"er the more, To bear her through the desert woods unseen Of her strong foes, that chased her through the plain, And still pursued, but still pursued in vain.
II Like as the weary hounds at last retire, Windless, displeased, from the fruitless chase, When the sly beast tapished in bush and brier, No art nor pains can rouse out of his place: The Christian knights so full of shame and ire Returned back, with faint and weary pace: Yet still the fearful dame fled swift as wind, Nor ever stayed, nor ever looked behind.
III Through thick and thin, all night, all day, she drived, Withouten comfort, company, or guide, Her plaints and tears with every thought revived, She heard and saw her griefs, but naught beside: But when the sun his burning chariot dived In Thetis" wave, and weary team untied, On Jordan"s sandy banks her course she stayed At last, there down she light, and down she laid.
IV Her tears, her drink; her food, her sorrowings, This was her diet that unhappy night: But sleep, that sweet repose and quiet brings, To ease the griefs of discontented wight, Spread forth his tender, soft, and nimble wings, In his dull arms folding the virgin bright; And Love, his mother, and the Graces kept Strong watch and ward, while this fair lady slept.
V The birds awaked her with their morning song, Their warbling music pierced her tender ear, The murmuring brooks and whistling winds among The rattling boughs and leaves, their parts did bear; Her eyes unclosed beheld the groves along Of swains and shepherd grooms that dwellings were; And that sweet noise, birds, winds and waters sent, Provoked again the virgin to lament.