Gryphon is venged. Sir Mandricardo goes In search of Argier's king. Charles wins the fight.
Marphisa Norandino's men o'erthrows.
Due pains Martano's cowardice requite.
A favouring wind Marphisa's gallery blows, For France with Gryphon bound and many a knight.
The field Medoro and Cloridano tread, And find their monarch Dardinello dead.
High minded lord! your actions evermore I have with reason lauded, and still laud;
Though I with style inapt, and rustic lore, You of large portion of your praise defraud:
But, of your many virtues, one before All others I with heart and tongue applaud, -- That, if each man a gracious audience finds, No easy faith your equal judgment blinds.
