“Where the path Is lost in rank luxuriance, and to breathe Is to inhale distemper, if not death; Where the wild-boar retreats, when hunters chafe, And, when the day-star flames, the buffalo-herd Afflicted plunge into the stagnant pool, Nothing discerned amid the water-leaves, Save here and there the likeness of a head, Savage, uncouth; where none in human shape Come, save the herdsman, levelling his length Of lance with many a cry, or Tartar-like Urging his steed along the distant hill, As from a danger.”

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Zara was a game of chance, played with three dice. ↩

Messer Benincasa of Arezzo, who, while Vicario del Podestà, or Judge, in Siena, sentenced to death a brother and a nephew of Ghino di Tacco for highway robbery. He was afterwards an Auditor of the Ruota in Rome, where, says Benvenuto:⁠—