"Is this, O Brandimart, is this the reign, Whose honoured sceptre thou wast now to take?
With thee to Dommogire, thy fair domain, Thus went I; me thus welcome dost thou make?
Alas! what hope to-day thou renderest vain!
Ah! what designs, fell Fortune, dost thou break!
Ah! wherefore fear I, since a lot so blest, Is lost, to lose as well the worthless rest?"
