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83.
His Friends in torment lest they should forsake
 Delightfull him, for whom alone they live;
Urge Heav'n uncivilly for calling back
 So soon such worth, it does so seldom give.

 

 

CANTO the Sixth.

The Argument.
The Victor is (when with his wounds subdu'd)
By such deform'd and dismal Troops pursu'd,
That he thinks Death, than which they uglier seem,
No ill expedient to escape from them.
But Ulfin guids him to sage Astragon,
By the last Rays of the descending Sun.

1.
SCarce on their Duke their fears kind fit was spent,
 When strait a thick arm'd Squadron clouds their sight,
Which cast so dark a shade, as if it meant
 Without the Suns slow leave, to bring in night.

2.
This threatning Squadron did consist of Horse,
 And by old Ulfin they were gravely led,
Whose mind was sound, nor wants his Body force,
 Though many Winters Snow had coold his head.

3.
The sad remainder who with Hubert went,
 Did miss his reach, when they to Brescia turn'd,
And now (as if his haste destruction meant)
 He chac'd these who the Dukes spent valour mourn'd.

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