LXXXIV
On her he gazed, and silent stood this while,
Armida’s sleights he knew, and trains unjust,
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile,
They will, they will not, fools that on them trust,
For in their speech is death, hell in their smile;
At last he said, “If hence depart you lust,
I will you guide; on this conclude we here,
And further speech till fitter time forbear.”
LXXXV
Forthwith, ere thence the camp remove, to ride
They were resolved, their flight that season fits,
Vafrine departs, she to the dames beside
Returns, and there on thorns awhile she sits,
Of her new knight she talks, till time and tide
To scape unmarked she find, then forth she gets,
Thither where Vafrine her unseen abode,
There took she horse, and from the camp they rode.
LXXXVI
And now in deserts waste and wild arrived,
Far from the camp, far from resort and sight,
Vafrine began, “Gainst Godfrey’s life contrived
The false compacts and trains unfold aright:”
Then she those treasons, from their spring derived,
Repeats, and brings their hid deceits to light,
“Eight knights,” she says, “all courtiers brave, there are,
But Ormond strong the rest surpasseth far:
LXXXVII
“These, whether hate or hope of gain them move,
Conspired have, and framed their treason so,
That day when Emiren by fight shall prove
To win lost Asia from his Christian foe,
These, with the cross scored on their arms above,
And armed like Frenchmen will disguised go,
Like Godfrey’s guard that gold and white do wear,
Such shall their habit be, and such their gear:
LXXXVIII
“Yet each will bear a token in his crest,
That so their friends for Pagans may them know:
But in close fight when all the soldiers best
Shall mingled be, to give the fatal blow
They will keep near, and pierce Godfredo’s breast,
While of his faithful guard they bear false show,
And all their swords are dipped in poison strong,
Because each wound shall bring sad death ere long.
LXXXIX
“And for their chieftain wist I knew your guise,
What garments, ensigns, and what arms you carry,
Those feigned arms he forced me to devise,
So that from yours but small or naught they vary;
But these unjust commands my thoughts despise,
Within their camp therefore I list not tarry,
My heart abhors I should this hand defile
With spot of treason, or with act of guile.
XC
“This is the cause, but not the cause alone:”
And there she ceased, and blushed, and on the main
Cast down her eyes, these last words scant outgone,
She would have stopped, nor durst pronounce them plain.
The squire what she concealed would know, as one
That from her breast her secret thoughts could strain,
“Of little faith,” quoth he, “why would’st thou hide
Those causes true, from me thy squire and guide?”
XCI
With that she fetched a sigh, sad, sore and deep,
And from her lips her words slow trembling came,
“Fruitless,” she said, “untimely, hard to keep,
Vain modesty farewell, and farewell shame,
Why hope you restless love to bring on sleep?
Why strive you fires to quench, sweet Cupid’s flame?
No, no, such cares, and such respects beseem
Great ladies, wandering maids them naught esteem.
XCII
“That night fatal to me and Antioch town,
Then made a prey to her commanding foe,
My loss was greater than was seen or known,
There ended not, but thence began my woe:
Light was the loss of friends, of realm or crown;
But with my state I lost myself also,
Ne’er to be found again, for then I lost
My wit, my sense, my heart, my soul almost.
XCIII
“Through fire and sword, through blood and death, Vafrine,
Which all my friends did burn, did kill, did chase,
Thou know’st I ran to thy dear lord and mine,
When first he entered had my father’s place,
And kneeling with salt ears in my swollen eyne;
‘Great prince,’ quoth I, ‘grant mercy, pity, grace,
Save not my kingdom, not my life I said,
But save mine honor, let me die a maid.’