LX.
“O God! what said, what did she, when alone,
“She on her faithful pillow layed her head!
“She beat her bosom, and she tore her gown,
“And in despite her golden tresses shed;
“Repeating often, in bewildered tone,
“The last sad words which Ariodantes said;—
“That the sole source of such despair, and such
“Disaster, was that he had seen too much.
LXI.
“Wide was the rumour scattered that the peer
“Had slain himself for grief; nor was the cry
“By courtly dame, or courtly cavalier,
“Or by the monarch, heard with tearless eye.
“But, above all the rest, his brother dear
“Was whelmed with sorrow of so deep a dye,
“That, bent to follow him, he well nigh turned
“His hand against himself, like him he mourned.
LXII.
“And many times repeating in his thought,
“It was Geneura who his brother slew,
“Who was to self-destruction moved by nought
“But her ill deed, which he was doomed to view,
“So on his mind the thirst of vengeance wrought,
“And so his grief his reason overthrew;
“That he thought little, graced of each estate,
“To encounter king and people’s common hate;
