Zerbino, captain of those horse, no more Can at the piteous sight his wrath refrain;
In furious heat, he springs upon Medore, Exclaiming, "Thou of this shalt bear the pain."
One hand he in his locks of golden ore Enwreaths, and drags him to himself amain;
But, as his eyes that beauteous face survey, Takes pity on the boy, and does not slay.
