L’insigne polverose, e le bandiere,
I destrier morti, i corpi arrovesciati
Fan spettacolo orribile a vedere!
I combattenti insieme mescolati,
Senza governo, o ordine di schiere,
Veder sossopra andare, or questi, or quelle,
A’riguardanti arricciar fa i capelli.”
Curate.—I take my old part of translator, and thus render it, perhaps Aquilius will think too freely, at least in the conclusion—
Lances and shields of broken chivalry,
Banners and ensigns trampled from their glory