To rage, and cursing Guisla, he pursued,
Oh that that treacherous woman were but here!
It were a consolation to give her
The evil death she merits!
That reward
She hath had, a Moor replied. For when we reach’d
The entrance of the vale, it was her choice
There in the farthest dwellings to be left,
Lest she should see her brother’s face; but thence
We found her flying at the overthrow,