When in Faenza a Bernardin di Fosco, 801 The noble scion of ignoble seed? Be not astonished, Tuscan, if I weep, When I remember, with Guido da Prata, 802 Ugolin d’ Azzo, who was living with us, Frederick Tignoso and his company, 803 The house of Traversara, and th’ Anastagi, 804 And one race and the other is extinct; The dames and cavaliers, the toils and ease 805 That filled our souls with love and courtesy, There where the hearts have so malicious grown! O Brettinoro! why dost thou not flee, 806 Seeing that all thy family is gone, And many people, not to be corrupted? Bagnacaval does well in not begetting 807 And ill does Castrocaro, and Conio worse, In taking trouble to beget such Counts.