LXXXIII

  Without reposing they long time had been,

  Upon their deadly battle so intent,

  That, save on one another's troubled mien,

  Their angry eyes the warriors had not bent.

  When such despiteous war and deadly spleen,

  Diverted by another strife, were spent,

  Hearing a mighty noise, both champions turn,

  And good Baiardo, sore bested, discern.

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