LIV.
But Ferràu, who first chanced the loss to see,
From Roland disengaged himself, and cried,
“How like unwary men and fools are we
“Treated by him, who late with us did ride!
“What meed, which worthiest of the strife might be,
“If this be stolen, the victor shall abide?”
Roland draws back, looks upward, and with ire,
Missing the noble casque, is all on fire:
LV.
And in opinion with Ferràu agreed,
That he the knight, who was with them before,
Had born away the prize; hence turned his steed,
And with the spur admonished Brigliador.
Ferràu, who from the field beheld him speed,
Followed him, and when Roland and the Moor
Arrived where tracks upon the herbage green
Of the Circassian and the maid were seen,
LVI.
Towards a vale upon the left the count
Went off, pursuing the Circassian’s tread;
The Spaniard kept the path more nigh the mount,
By which the fair Angelica had fled.
Angelica, this while, has reached a fount,
Of pleasant site, and shaded overhead;
By whose inviting shades no traveller hasted,
Nor ever left the chrystal wave untasted.
