At length the supper, which had long been dight, Nor yet was touched, enjoys each hungry guest;
Nor any further news of errant knight Them, seated at the festive board, molest;
All, saving Bradamant, enjoy, whose sprite, As wont, is still afflicted and opprest.
For that suspicious fear, that doubt unjust, Which racked her bosom, marred the damsel's gust.