To her that does for her Rogero stay, Tidings are brought which irk the damsel sore, That fair Marphisa caused the youth's delay;
She bent to slay her, grieving evermore, Departs, and overtakes, upon the way, Ullania with the three kings who rode before.
These she o'ercomes, and had o'ercome that maid, But that an evil law she disobeyed.
I recollect that I was bound to sing (I promised so, but it escaped my mind)
Of a suspicion, fraught with suffering To Bradamant of more displeasing kind, And made by keener and more venomed sting Than caused that other wound, wherewith she pined, Which, hearing Richardet his news impart, Had pierced her breast and preyed upon her heart.