Odorico's and Gabrina's guilt repaid, Youthful Zerbino sets at large the train;
He in defence of good Orlando's blade, Is afterwards by Mandricardo slain.
Isabel weeps; by Rodomont is made War on the Tartar king, and truce again, To succour Agramant and his array;
Who to the lilies are well-nigh a prey.
Let him make haste his feet to disengage, Nor lime his wings, whom Love has made a prize;
For love, in fine, is nought but phrensied rage, By universal suffrage of the wise:
And albeit some may show themselves more sage Than Roland, they but sin in other guise.
For, what proves folly more than on this shelf, Thus, for another, to destroy oneself?
