CXXXVI And she to her Zerbino's goodly cheer And gentle features had pourtrayed so well, That the hag hearing him, and now more near, Letter her eyes upon his visage dwell, Discerned it was the youth for whom, whilere, Had grieved at heart the prisoned Isabel; Whose loss she in the cavern more deplored, Than being captive to the murderous horde. CXXXVII The beldam, hearing what in rage and grief Zerbino vents, perceives the youth to be Deceived, and cheated by the false belief That Isabel had perished in the sea; And though she might have given the prince relief, Knowing the truth, in her perversity What would have made him joyful she concealed, And only what would cause him grief revealed. CXXXVIII "Hear, you that are so proud," (the hag pursues) "And flout me with such insolence and scorn, You would entreat me fair to have the news I know of her whose timeless death you mourn; But to be strangled would I rather choose, And be into a thousand pieces torn. Whereas if you had made me kinder cheer, Haply from me the secret might you hear." CXXXIX As the dog's rage is quickly overblown, Who flies the approaching robber to arrest, If the thief proffer piece of bread or bone, Of offer other lure which likes him best; As readily Zerbino to the crone Humbled himself, and burned to know the rest; Who, in the hints of the old woman, read That she had news of her he mourned as dead. CXL And with more winning mien to her applied, And her did supplicate, entreat, conjure, By men and gods, the truth no more to hide, Did she benign or evil lot endure. The hard and pertinacious crone replied, "Nought shalt thou hear, thy comfort to assure. Isabel has not yielded up her breath, But lives a life she would exchange for death. CXLI "She, since thou heardest of her destiny, Within few days, has fallen into the power Of more than twenty. If restored to thee, Think now, if thou hast hope to crop her flower." -- "Curst hag, how well thou shapest thy history, Yet knowest it is false! Her virgin dower Secure from brutal wrong, would none invade, Though in the power of twenty were the maid." CXLII Questioning of the maid, he when and where She saw her, vainly asked the beldam hoar, Who, ever restive to Zerbino's prayer, To what she had rehearsed would add no more. The prince in the beginning spoke her fair, And next to cut her throat in fury swore. But prayers and menaces alike were weak; Nor could he make the hideous beldam speak. CXLIII At length Zerbino to his tongue gave rest, Since speaking to the woman booted nought; Scarcely his heart found room within his breast, Such dread suspicion had her story wrought. He to find Isabella was so pressed, Her in the midst of fire he would have sought; But could not hurry more than was allowed By her his convoy, since he so had vowed.