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Say, dafnsel! — ' ' -i ^'-i ':'. 



What fortune bids thee to our camp vepaii!?; ■ •: 



What fortune sends to us a form so fair? ih; t 



What art thou? iioole. 



Soft mariner! (the son of Cumhal cry'd,) ' 



What chance has torn thee from protection's sidef 



Why com'st thou herp, and from what happy earth? 



And whose the noble r^ce that gave thee birtii? 'moira-borb. 



II tuo lodar troppo alto sale; . , , ,. 



Ne tanto insuso il merto nostro arriva. ■. i, . ■ 



Cosa vedi, sisnor, non pnr mortale, , , , „ 



Ma gia morta ai diletfi, al duol sol viva. , , , 

 ° . . - ,- .,;i;v o: ii7;n!,(j ,b(;/. 



Mia sciagura mi spmge in loco tale, 



Vergine pellegrina, e fuggitiva. j 



Ricorro al piaGoffredo, e in lui confido: 



Tal va di sua bontate intorno il grido. 



Too far thy praise extends, (she made reply,), , , , 



My merits ne'er attained a flight so high. 



Thy eyes, O chief! a mortal wretch survey, 



To pleasure dead, to grief a living prey ! 



Unhappy fate my footsteps hither led, "'^'' " ^>JP««-«q «dT * 



A fugitive forlorn, a wand'ring maid! '" -' 



Godfrey I seek, on him my hopes depend, 



Oppression's scourge, and injur'd virtue's friend. HOOLE. 



Truth, O great chief! my artless story frames: 

 A mighty king my filial duty claims. 

 But princely birth no safety could bestow; 

 And, royal as I am, I fly from woe. 



Long have I look'd, that mighty arm to see, 

 Which is alone of force to set me freef 



,ly- r- : ^TO 



