Without attendants, without squire, alone,

  The hill descending by the nearest way,

  Toward Paris is the mournful damsel gone,

  Where camped erewhile the Moorish forces lay;

  For yet to her the tidings were unknown,

  That good Rinaldo and his bold array

  Had raised, with Charles' and Malagigi's aid,

  The siege the paynims had to Paris laid.