could not so convey
  The massy substance of that idol great,
  What sleight had she the wardens to betray?
  What strength to heave the goddess from her seat?
  No, no, my Lord, she sails but with my wind."
  Ah, thus he loved, yet was his love unkind!

  XXIX
  He added further: "Where the shining glass,
  Lets in the light amid your temple's side,
  By broken by-ways did I inward pass,
  And in that window made a postern wide,
  Nor shall therefore this ill-advised lass
  Usurp the glory should this fact betide,
  Mine be these bonds, mine be these flames so pure,
  O glorious death, more glorious sepulture!"

  XXX
  Sophronia raised her modest looks from ground,
  And on her lover bent her eyesight mild,
  "Tell me, what fury? what conceit unsound
  Presenteth here to death so sweet a child?
  Is not in me sufficient courage found,
  To bear the anger of this tyrant wild?
  Or hath fond love thy heart so over-gone?
  Wouldst thou not live, nor let me die alone?"

  XXXI
  Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
  She could not alter his well-settled thought;
  O miracle! O strife of wondrous kind!
  Where love and virtue such contention wrought,
  Where death the victor had for meed assigned;
  Their own neglect, each other's safety sought;
  But thus the king was more provoked to ire,
  Their strife for bellows served to anger's fire.

  XXXII
  He thinks, such thoughts self-guiltiness finds out,
  They scorned his power, and therefore scorned the pain,
  "Nay, nay," quoth he, "let be your strife and doubt,
  You both shall win, and fit reward obtain."
  With that the sergeants hent the young man stout,
  And bound him likewise in a worthless chain;
  Then back to back fast to a stake both ties,
  Two harmless turtles dight for sacrifice.

  XXXIII
  About the pile of fagots, sticks and hay,
  The bellows raised the newly-kindled flame,
  When thus Olindo, in a doleful lay,
  Begun too late his bootless plaints to frame:
  "Be these the bonds? Is this the hoped-for day,
  Should join me to this long-desired dame?
  Is this the fire alike should burn our hearts?
  Ah, hard reward for lovers' kind desarts!

  XXXIV
  "Far other flames and bonds kind lovers prove,
  But thus our fortune casts the hapless die,
  Death hath exchanged again his shafts with love,
  And Cupid thus lets borrowed arrows fly.
  O Hymen, say, what fury doth thee move
  To lend thy lamps to light a tragedy?
  Yet this contents me that I die for thee,
  Thy flames, not mine, my death and torment be.

  XXXV
  "Yet happy were my death, mine ending blest,
  My torments easy, full of sweet delight,
  It this I could obtain, that breast to breast
  Thy bosom might receive my yielded sprite;
  And thine with it in heaven's pure clothing drest,
  Through clearest skies might take united flight."
  Thus he complained, whom gently she reproved,
  And sweetly spake him thus, that so her loved:

  XXXVI
  "Far other plaints, dear friend, tears and laments
  The time, the place, and our estates require;
  Think on thy sins, which man's old foe presents
  Before that judge that quits each soul his hire,
  For his name suffer, for no pain torments
  Him whose just prayers to his throne aspire:
  Behold the heavens, thither thine eyesight bend,
  Thy looks, sighs, tears, for intercessors send."

  XXXVII
  The Pagans loud cried out to God and man,
  The Christians mourned in silent lamentation,
  The tyrant's self, a thing unused, began
  To feel his heart relent, with mere compassion,
  But not disposed to ruth or mercy than
  He sped him thence home to his habitation:
  Sophronia stood not grieved nor discontented,
  By all that saw her, but herself, lamented.

  XXXVIII
  The lovers standing in this doleful wise,
  A warrior bold unwares approached near,
  In uncouth arms yclad and strange disguise,
  From countries far, but new arrived there,
  A savage tigress on her helmet lies,
  The famous badge Clorinda used to bear;
  That wonts in every warlike stowre to win,
  By which bright sign well known was that fair inn.

  XXXIX
  She scorned the arts these silly women use,
  Another thought her nobler humor fed,
  Her lofty hand would of itself refuse
  To touch the dainty needle or nice thread,
  She hated chambers, closets, secret news,
  And in broad fields preserved her maidenhead:
  Proud were her looks, yet sweet, though stern and stout,
  Her dam a dove, thus brought an eagle out.

  XL
  While she was young, she used with tender hand
  The foaming steed with froary bit to steer,
  To tilt and tourney, wrestle in the sand,
  To leave with speed Atlanta swift arear,
  Through forests wild, and unfrequented land
  To chase the lion, boar, or rugged bear,
  The satyrs rough, the fauns and fairies wild,
  She chased oft, oft took, and oft beguiled.

  XLI
  This lusty lady came from Persia late,
  She with the Christians had encountered eft,
  And in their flesh had opened many a gate,
  By which their faithful souls their bodies left,
  Her eye at first presented her the state
  Of these poor souls, of hope and help bereft,
  Greedy to know, as is the mind of man,
  Their cause of death, swift to the fire she ran.

  XLII
  The people made her room, and on them twain
  Her piercing eyes their fiery weapons dart,
  Silent she saw the one, the other 'plain,
  The weaker body lodged the nobler heart:
  Yet him she saw lament, as if his pain
  Were grief and sorrow for another's smart,
  And her keep silence so, as if her eyes
  Dumb orators were to entreat the skies.

  XLIII
  Clorinda changed to ruth her warlike mood,
  Few silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint;
  Her sorrow was for her that speechless stood,
  Her silence more prevailed than his complaint.
  She asked an aged man, seemed grave and good,
  "Come say me, sir," quoth she, "what hard constraint
  Would murder here love's queen and beauty's king?
  What fault or fare doth to this death them bring?"

  XLIV
  Thus she inquired, and answer short he gave,
  But such as all the chance at large disclosed,
  She wondered at the case, the virgin brave,
  That both were guiltless of the fault supposed,
  Her noble thought cast how she might them save,
  The means on suit or battle she reposed.
  Quick to the fire she ran, and quenched it out,
  And thus bespake the sergeants and the rout:

  XLV
  "Be there not one among you all that dare
  In this your hateful office aught proceed,
  Till I return from court, nor take you care
  To reap displeasure for not making speed."
  To do her will the men themselves prepare,
  In their faint hearts her