"The damsel equals well, so Rumour tells, Rinaldo, and every paladin in fray.
But brother she and cousin both excels, Measured by that which I have seen to-day."
Hearing him, while upon her praise he dwells, As the sky reddens with the morning ray, Rogero's face is flushed with crimson hue, And his heart throbs, nor knows he what to do.
