Than that fell woe which on Rogero weighs Harder, and bitterer pain forsooth is none, Which upon flesh and more on spirit preys:
For of two deaths there is no scaping one.
Him, if in strife o'erlaid, Rinaldo slays, Bradamant, if Rinaldo is outdone:
For if he killed her brother, well he knew Her hate, than death more hateful, would ensue.
