60 Who, with his utmost breath advancing, cries, (And such a vehemence no heart could feign,) 'Away! happy the man that fastest flies! Fly, famous Duke! fly with thy noble train!' 61 The Duke replied: 'Though with thy fears disguised, Thou dost my sire's old ranger's image bear, And for thy kindness shalt not be despised; Though counsels are but weak which come from fear. 62 'Were dangers here, great as thy love can shape, And love with fear can danger multiply, Yet when by flight thou bidst us meanly 'scape, Bid trees take wings, and rooted forests fly.' 63 Then said the ranger: 'You are bravely lost!' (And like high anger his complexion rose.) 'As little know I fear as how to boast; But shall attend you through your many foes. 64 'See where in ambush mighty Oswald lay! And see, from yonder lawn he moves apace, With lances armed to intercept thy way, Now thy sure steeds are wearied with the chase. 65 'His purple banners you may there behold, Which, proudly spread, the fatal raven bear; And full five hundred I by rank have told, Who in their gilded helms his colours wear.' 66 The Duke this falling storm does now discern; Bids little Hugo fly! but 'tis to view The foe, and timely their first count'nance learn, Whilst firm he in a square his hunters drew. 67 And Hugo soon, light as his courser's heels, Was in their faces troublesome as wind; And like to it so wingedly he wheels, No one could catch, what all with trouble find. 68 But everywhere the leaders and the led He temperately observed with a slow sight; Judged by their looks how hopes and fears were fed, And by their order their success in fight. 69 Their number, 'mounting to the ranger's guess, In three divisions evenly was disposed; And that their enemies might judge it less, It seemed one gross with all the spaces closed. 70 The van fierce Oswald led, where Paradine And manly Dargonet, both of his blood, Outshined the noon, and their minds' stock within Promised to make that outward glory good. 71 The next, bold, but unlucky Hubert led, Brother to Oswald, and no less allied To the ambitions which his soul did wed; Lowly without, but lined with costly pride. 72 Most to himself his valour fatal was, Whose glories oft to others dreadful were; So comets, though supposed destruction's cause, But waste themselves to make their gazers fear. 73 And though his valour seldom did succeed, His speech was such as could in storms persuade; Sweet as the hopes on which starved lovers feed, Breathed in the whispers of a yielding maid. 74 The bloody Borgio did conduct the rear, Whom sullen Vasco heedfully attends; To all but to themselves they cruel were, And to themselves chiefly by mischief friends.