Canto

 1    20|    scaped out of the cave,~Where Isabella, who had wounded sore~Zerbino'
 2    20|        story wrought.~He to find Isabella was so pressed,~Her in the
 3    23|          his pain;~The prince on Isabella turned his sight,~Who had
 4    23| departure waxed Zerbino woe,~And Isabella wept for sorrow: they~Had
 5    24|      esteemed most true,~Zerbino Isabella had conveyed;~Hoping, one
 6    24|         in a mountain dight.~Nor Isabella yet her tale has told,~When
 7    24|     their ward,~The royal damsel Isabella knew;~And deemed he was
 8    24|     would end,~Willingly granted Isabella's prayer,~And straight to
 9    24|        fate compels, I swear,~My Isabella, by that mouth, those eyes,~
10    24|        to tell aright~The gentle Isabella's doleful mood?~When stiff,
11    28|        you be clear,~Remembering Isabella is the fair,~Charged with
12    29|  untouched, unstained.~ ~ XI~Sad Isabella in her mind is bent~To slay
13    35|        tale,~How murdered by him Isabella lay,~The story gentle Flordelice
14    42|          Lo! Hercules' daughter, Isabella hight,~In whom Ferrara deems