Zerbino laughed parforce, when he descried That beldam's face, though he was full of rage;
For too ill-sorted seemed her vest of pride With her foul visage, more deformed by age;
And to the proud Marphisa, at her side The prince, exclaimed, "Sir warrior, you are sage, In having chosen damsel of a sort, Whom none, I ween, will grudge you should escort."
