These and more marvels does the count, who bends His steps across that mountain to the plain;
And, seeking long a path, at length descends Towards the south, upon the land of Spain.
His way along the beach he after wends, Near Arragon, beside the rumbling main, And, ever prompted by his phrensy rank, Will make himself a dwelling on the bank, LVIII
Where he somedeal may shun the noontide ray, With dry and powdery sea-sand covered o'er;
And here, while so employed, upon their way Arrives Angelica with her Medore, Who, as you have been told in former lay, Had from the hills descended on that shore.
Within a yard or less approached the fair, Ere yet she of his presence was aware.
