LIV.
‘Compass her death! ’tis well deserved; your own
‘Reserve, as due to more illustrious fate.
‘’Twas well to love, before her fraud was shown,
‘But she, once loved, now more deserves your hate:
‘Since, witnessed by your eyes, to you is known
‘A wanton of what sort you worshipped late.
‘Her fault before the Scottish king to attest,
‘Reserve those arms you turn against your breast.’
LV.
“Ariodantes, so surprised, forewent,
“Joined by his brother, the design in show;
“But resolute to die, in his intent
“Was little shaken: Rising thence to go,
“He bears away a heart not simply rent,
“But dead and withered with excess of woe:
“Yet better comfort to Lurcanio feigns,
“As if the rage were spent which fired his veins.
LVI.
“The morn ensuing, without further say
“To his good brother, or to man beside,
“He from the city took his reckless way
“With deadly desperation for his guide;
“Nor, save the duke and knight, for many a day
“Was there who knew what moved the youth to ride:
“And in the palace, touching this event,
“And in the realm, was various sentiment.
