Ending with what had possessed him.

They found as much, those friends, when they returned

O'erflowing with the marvels they had learned

About Sordello's paradise, his roves

Among the hills and vales and plains and groves,

Wherein, no doubt, this lay was roughly cast,

Polished by slow degrees, completed last

To Eglamor's discomfiture and death.

Such form the chanters now, and, out of breath,

They lay the beaten man in his abode,