LXXXVI To him a squire approached, who pale with dread, Scarce drew his breath, and cried: "Oh, well away! Alas! alas!" (and thus he often said, Ere he could utter aught beside). "To-day, To-day, sire, is the Roman empire sped, And Christ to the heathen makes his flock a prey. A fiend from air to-day has dropt, that none Henceforth may in this city make their won. LXXXVII "Satan (in sooth, it can no other be) Destroys and ruins the unhappy town. Turn, and the curling wreaths of vapour see, From the red flames which wander up and down; List to those groans, and be they warrantry Of the sad news thy servant now makes known! One the fair city wastes with sword and fire, Before whose vengeful fury all retire." LXXXVIII Even such as he, who hears the tumult wide, And clatter of church-bells, ere he espy The raging fire, concealed from none beside Himself, to him most dangerous, and most nigh; Such was King Charles; who heard, and then descried The new disaster with his very eye. Hence he the choicest of his meiny steers Thither, where he the cry and tumult hears. LXXXIX With many peers and chiefs, who worthiest are, Summoned about him, Charlemagne is gone: He bids direct his standards to the square Whither the paynim had repaired; hears groan And tumult, spies the horrid tokens there Of cruelty, sees human members strown. -- No more -- Let him return another time, Who willingly will listen to this rhyme. CANTO 17 ARGUMENT Charles goes, with his, against King Rodomont. Gryphon in Norandino's tournament Does mighty deeds; Martano turns his front, Showing how recreant is his natural bent; And next, on Gryphon to bring down affront, Stole from the knight the arms in which he went; Hence by the kindly monarch much esteemed, And Gryphon scorned, whom he Martano deemed. I God, outraged by our rank iniquity, Whenever crimes have past remission's bound, That mercy may with justice mingled be, Has monstrous and destructive tyrants crowned; And gifted them with force and subtlety, A sinful world to punish and confound. Marius and Sylla to this end were nursed, Rome with two Neros and a Caius cursed; II Domitian and the latter Antonine; And, lifted from the lowest rabble's lees, To imperial place and puissance, Maximine: Hence Thebes to cruel Creon bent her knees, Mezentius ruled the subject Agiline, Fattening his fields with blood. To pests like these Our Italy was given in later day, To Lombard, Goth, and Hun a bleeding prey. III What shall I of fierce Attila, what say Of wicked Ezzeline, and hundreds more? Whom, because men still trod the crooked way, God sent them for their pain and torment sore. Of this ourselves have made a clear assay, As well as those who lived in days of yore; Consigned to ravening wolves, ordained to keep Us, his ill-nurturing and unuseful sheep;