XLV.
“Lo! Lionel! lo! Borso great and kind[29]!
“First duke of thy fair race, his realm’s delight;
“Who reigns secure, and shall more triumphs find
“In peace, than warlike princes win in fight.
“Who struggling Fury’s hands shall tie behind
“Her back, and prison Mars, removed from sight.
“His fair endeavours bent to bless and stay
“The people, that his sovereign rule obey.
XLVI.
“Lo! Hercules, who may reproach his neighbour[30],
“With foot half burnt, and halting gait and slow,
“That at Budrìo, with protecting sabre,
“He saved his troops from fatal overthrow;
“Not that, for guerdon of his glorious labour,
“He should distress and vex him as a foe;
“Chased into Barco. It were hard to say,
“If most he shine in peace or martial fray.
XLVII.
“Lucania, Puglia, and Calabria’s strand,
“Shall with the rumour of his prowess ring:
“Where he shall strive in duel, hand to hand[31],
“And gain the praise of Catalonia’s king.
“Him, with the wisest captains of the land
“His worth shall class; such fame his actions bring;
“And he the fief shall win like valiant knight,
“Which thirty years before was his of right.
