Rinaldo ceased in little time to spy

  Baiardo's traces, who strange course had run;

  And made for thorny thicket, wet or dry,

  Tree, rock, or river, with design to shun

  Those cruel claws, which, pouncing from the sky,

  To him such outrage and such scathe had done.

  Rinaldo, after labour vain and sore

  To await him at the fount returned once more;