XXXVI.
In haste, they through the forest, here and there,
So scorned of her, still gaze with stupid face;
Like questing hound which loses sight of hare
Or fox, of whom he late pursued the trace,
Into close thicket, ditch, or narrow lair,
Escaping from the keen pursuer’s chase.
Meantime their ways the wanton Indian queen
Observes, and at their wonder laughs unseen.
XXXVII.
In the mid wood, where they the maid did lose,
Was but a single pathway, left or right;
Which they believed the damsel could not choose
But follow, when she vanished from their sight.
Ferrâu halts not, and Roland fast pursues,
Nor Sacripant less plies the rowels bright.
Angelica, this while, restrains her steed,
And follows the three warriors with less speed.
XXXVIII.
When pricking thus they came to where the way
Was in the forest lost, with wood o’ergrown,
And had begun the herbage to survey
For print of recent footsteps, up and down,
The fierce Ferrâu, who might have borne away
From all that ever proudest were, the crown,
With evil countenance, to the other two
Turned him about, and shouted “Whence are you?
