As a free gift to him the martial fair

  Brunello bore, nor had she done him wrong.

  He, for ten days and nights, to swing in air,

  Had sorely feared, from lofty gallows hung:

  But seeing him unhelped by force or prayer

  Of any one amid the paynim throng,

  She thought foul scorn to stain her generous hands

  With such base blood, and loosed the losel's bands.