Rinaldo and Dudon fight; then friendship make, And to each other fitting honour pay.
Agramant's host the united champions break, And scatter it, like chaff, in disarray.
Brandimart wages war, for Roland's sake, With Rodomont, and loses in the fray.
This while, for good Baiardo, with more pain, Contend Rinaldo and the Sericane.
What sweeter, gladder, state could be possest Than falls to the enamoured bosom's share?
What happier mode of life, what lot more blest, Than evermore the chains of love to wear?
Were not the lover, 'mid his joys, distrest By that suspicious fear, that cruel care, That martyrdom, which racks the suffering sprite, That phrensied rage, which jealousy is hight.