XLV.
Returning now to her that well foreknew
Whatever was to come to pass, I say
She thither did her journey straight pursue,
Where she met Aymon’s daughter by the way,
Forlorn and wandering: Bradamant at view
Of her enchantress, erst to grief a prey,
Changes it all to hope: the other tells
That with Alcina her Rogero dwells.
XLVI.
Nigh dead the maid remains, in piteous guise,
Hearing of him so far removed, and more
Grieves that she danger to her love descries,
Save this some strong and speedy cure restore.
But her the enchantress comforts, and applies
A salve where it was needed most, and swore
That few short days should pass before anew
Rogero should return to glad her view.
XLVII.
“Since thou, an antidote to sorcery,
“Lady (she said), the virtuous ring dost wear,
“I have no doubt if to yon island I
“This, where thine every good is hidden, bear,
“To foil Alcina’s wiles and witchery,
“And thence to bring thee back thy cherished care.
“This evening, early, will I hence away,
“And be in India by the break of day.”
