As the fierce steed for age withdrawn from war, Wherein the glorious beast had always won, That in vile rest, from fright sequestered far, Feeds with the mares at large, his service done: If arms he sees or hears the trumpet's jar, He neigheth loud, and thither fast doth run, And wisheth on his back the armed knight, Longing for jousts, for tournaments and fight: XXIX. So fared Rinaldo when the glorious light Of their bright harness glistered in his eyes; His noble spirit awaked at that sight. His blood began to warm, his heart to rise; Though drunk with ease, devoid of wonted might, On sleep till then his weakened virtue lies. Ubaldo forward stepped and to him held Of diamonds clear that pure and precious shield. XXX. Upon the targe his looks amazed he bent, And therein all his wanton habit spied, His civet, balm, and perfumes redolent, How from his locks they smoked and mantle wide His sword that many a Pagan stout had shent,[2] Bewrapped with flowers, hung idly by his side, So nicely decked that it seemed the knight Wore it for fashion sake, but not for fight. XXXI. As when from sleep and idle dreams abrayed[3] A man awaked calls home his wits again, So in beholding his attire he played, But yet to view himself could not sustain; His looks he downward cast and nought he said, Grieved, shamèd, sad, he would have diéd fain; And oft he wished the earth or ocean wide Would swallow him, and so his errors hide. XXXII. Ubaldo took the time, and thus began-- "All Europe now, and Asia be in war And all that Christ adore and fame have won In battaille strong, in Syria fighting are; But thee alone, Bertoldo's noble son, This little corner keeps, exiled far From all the world, buried in sloth and shame, A carpet champion for a wanton dame! XXXIII. "What letharge hath in drowsiness append[4] Thy courage thus? What sloth doth thee infect? Up! up! Our camp and Godfrey for thee send, Thee fortune, praise and victory expect; Come fatal champion; bring to happy end This enterprise begun, and all that sect (Which oft thou shaken hast) to earth full low With thy sharp brand strike down, kill, overthrow." XXXIV. This said, the noble infant stood a space Confused, speechless, senseless, ill, ashamed, But when that shame to just disdain gave place, To fierce disdain, from courage sprung untamed, Another redness blushèd through his face, Whence worthy anger shone, displeasure flamed; His nice attire in scorn he rent and tore, For of his bondage vile that witness bore; XXXV.