"So grieves the maid, so goads herself and wears, And shows no haste her sorrowing to forego;
Sometimes her face, sometimes her tresses tears, And levels at herself the vengeful blow.
In pity, Bradamant the sorrow shares, And is constrained to hear the tale of woe, She studies to divert, with fruitless pain, The strange and mad desire; but speaks in vain.