LXXXIV.
They would not wait to seek the dungeon-key,
But breaking-down the gate, their entrance made:
Bireno to the count with courtesy
And grateful thanks the service done repaid.
Thence they, together with large company,
Went, where Olympia in her vessel stayed:
For so was the expecting lady hight,
To whom that island’s crown belonged of right;
LXXXV.
She who had thither good Orlando brought,
Not hoping that he would have thriven so well:
—Enough for her, if by her misery bought,
Her spouse were rescued from the tyrant’s cell!—
Her, full of love and loyal homage, sought
The people one and all: ’Twere long to tell
How she caressed Bireno, he the maid,
What thanks both lovers to the county paid.
LXXXVI.
The people, throned in her paternal reign,
Replace the injured dame, and fealty swear:
She on the duke, to whom in solid chain
Love with eternal knot had linked the fair,
The empire of herself and her domain
Conferred: He, called away by other care,
Left in the cousin’s guardian care this while
His fortresses, and all the subject isle.
