Quitting the fount, they follow, where they view

  New prints upon the forest greensward made:

  By much Baiardo distances the two,

  Whose tardy feet their wishes ill obeyed.

  Himself the king on his Alfana threw,

  That near at hand was tethered in the glade,

  Leaving his foe behind in evil plight;

  — Never more malcontent and vext in sprite.