A spacious town, which Altaripa hight, Journeying the twain, at two miles' distance spy:
There stopt the pair, and halted for the night, Which, at full soar, even now went up the sky:
Nor long had rested there ere, left and right, They from the people heard a mournful cry;
And saw fast tears from every eyelid fall, As if some cause of sorrow touched them all.