As when from squall, or other chance, a barge
Drives from the river-side, where late it lay,
Under no mariner or pilot's charge,
The winds and waves at will transport their prey;
So Rabican with Bradamant, at large,
— She musing on Rogero — wends his way.
For thence, by many miles, was distant wide
That mind which should her courser's bridle guide.