At length the supper, which had long been dight,

  Nor yet was touched, enjoys each hungry guest;

  Nor any further news of errant knight

  Them, seated at the festive board, molest;

  All, saving Bradamant, enjoy, whose sprite,

  As wont, is still afflicted and opprest.

  For that suspicious fear, that doubt unjust,

  Which racked her bosom, marred the damsel's gust.