Canto

  1     1|           Grieve not," she said, "sir monarch, for thy fall;~But
  2     2|           rock.~ ~ XX~Let it not, sir, sound strangely in your
  3     2|           knight.~ ~ XXXVII~"Fair sir, a band of horse and foot,"
  4     2|     Straight wend me to the keep, sir cavalier,~Which holds a
  5     3|         at a hostel rested,~Where Sir Brunello was already guested.~ ~
  6     3|        what that sound implies~I, sir, shall tell hereafter with
  7     4|       tell.~So that I doubt, fair sir, the thief enthralls~Or
  8     4|         Lo! where his prisoners!" Sir Brunello cries,~"Ladies
  9     4|         Gauvaine fought,~And well Sir Launcelot and Tristram wrought.~ ~
 10     5|           The gentle dame began, "Sir cavalier,~In Thebes, Mycene,
 11     5|         my brother's wits withal,~Sir king, and him to his destruction
 12     5|            With what full proofs, sir stranger, you have heard,~
 13     5|         repair.~ ~ LXXXIII~"Dread sir," to him the good Rinaldo
 14     5|           battle stay;~Then list, sir king, to what I shall display."~ ~
 15     6|          lodging please to grace,~Sir cavalier, and will with
 16     6|           right,~Exclaimed, "Fair sir, your works already scanned~
 17     8|            and by all degrees,~To Sir Rinaldo was large welcome
 18     8|          a day.~ ~ XXIX~But here, sir, it behoves me shift my
 19     8|         For this the Tartar king, Sir Agrican,~Subdued my sire,
 20     9|           to land~Dost by my aid, Sir cavalier, desire,~Promise
 21     9|      cried~The Lady) "know in me, Sir cavalier.~Though not his
 22    10|          courtesies.~Sometime had Sir Astolpho been her guest,~
 23    10|             LXXIII~Yet think not, sir, that in so long a flight,~
 24    10|          bird~Bears agent, speaks Sir Richard, Warwick's count.~
 25    10|          Of Somerset's good duke, Sir Ariman.~ ~ LXXXII~"Forty-two
 26    10|       knot, he fastened two.~But, sir, too long continued is this
 27    12|           What more could he say, sir cavalier,"~(Orlando cried
 28    12|               XLVIII~By you, fair sir, already, I presume,~That
 29    12|     swallow some.~In other canto, sir, be pleased to attend~The
 30    13|        men in ambush dight,~Under Sir Odoric of Biscay's command;~
 31    13|           was in my garden found.~Sir Odoric, at night, with fair
 32    13|           finally his wicked will~Sir Odoric took courage to display;~
 33    13|      gloomy wood to fly.~ ~ XXVI~"Sir Odoric in war well taught
 34    13|      flight.~ ~ XXX~"This rabble, sir, against that treacherous
 35    14|        The King of Spain appoints Sir Isolier.~ ~ XII~With Balugantes
 36    14|         others, on the plain.~-- "Sir," said the bearer of the
 37    14|       sable surcoat bore.~-- And, sir, 'twas true; for so was
 38    14|         CXXIII~At one back-stroke sir Spineloccio true,~Anselmo,
 39    14|          before;~Hubert of Tours, sir Dionysius, Hugh,~And Claud,
 40    14|           this, no more! -- Here, sir, I close~My canto, hoarse,
 41    15|       divides the head;~With whom Sir Aquilant had warred in vain,~
 42    15|           foe to rout.~ ~ II~You, sir, earned worthy praise, when
 43    15|           in him the three~Agnize Sir Sansonet of Mecca, who~Was,
 44    15|         dragon old;~Spoils, which Sir Sansonet, with many more,~
 45    15| misfortune, one of lovely feature~Sir Gryphon worshipped, Origilla
 46    15|           to sleep alone.~ ~ CIII~Sir Gryphon, from the time he
 47    16|           breath~To save her from Sir Gryphon, threatening death;~ ~
 48    16|           a joyous cheer,~Towards Sir Gryphon goes, and for long
 49    16|         cavalier~Returned, who to Sir Gryphon made report,~That
 50    16|       city ran.~ ~ XX~I know not, sir, if you the adventure dread~
 51    16|       glass the arms appear~Where Sir Rinaldo red Fusberta swings.~
 52    16|        and puts to death.~ ~ LXVI~Sir, think not that more inland
 53    16|           hands.~ ~ LXVII~Forward Sir Oldrad pricks and Fieramont;~
 54    16|         dungeon cell.~This while, Sir Baricond is, in the strife,~
 55    16|          And next sore wounded is Sir Soridane;~Who had been slain
 56    16|        Fusberta rears,~And smites Sir Serpentine, him of the star.~
 57    16|    British band,~Which Edward and Sir Ariman command.~ ~ LXXXVI~
 58    17|            nor of life less free,~Sir Ogier joined the king in
 59    17|     Rodomont.~ ~ XVII~But let us, sir, for love of Heaven, forego~
 60    17| Erythraean shore.~ ~ XXII~Forward Sir Gryphon pricked, with his
 61    17|          discern.~God grant, fair sir, he never may confound~Your
 62    17|         the streets repeated are,~Sir Gryphon dons his glittering
 63    17|         XCIX~Two of Damascus next Sir Gryphon sped,~Hermophilo
 64    17|           too feeble to withstand~Sir Gryphon's mighty push and
 65    17|       with drawn falchions close.~Sir Gryphon was the first a
 66    17|             CII~He of Seleucia at Sir Gryphon's casque,~At the
 67    17|   fruitless task,~Of arms so hard Sir Gryphon is possest;~Who
 68    17|           for other fight.~ ~ CVI~Sir Gryphon, during this, had
 69    17|         upon their road.~ ~ CVIII~Sir Gryphon, was he or his horse
 70    17|          steed~And gear, in which Sir Gryphon had been dight,~
 71    17|           arms, and crest;~In all Sir Gryphon's knightly ensigns
 72    17|           nigh the gate, to which Sir Gryphon rode.~Besides, that
 73    17|          he,~Made answer: "Mighty sir, I cannot say~Who is the
 74    17|       other canto I suspend,~For, sir, 'tis time this song should
 75    18|       ARGUMENT~Gryphon is venged. Sir Mandricardo goes~In search
 76    18|        alarms,~Lest o'er the wall Sir Gryphon would have vaulted;~
 77    18|         wind opprest;~So speedily Sir Rodomont arose,~Though a
 78    18|          The foe, with Edward and Sir Arimane;~Who leading succours
 79    18|          mountain wood,~As groans Sir Rodomont, with pride o'erblown,~
 80    18|    British band,~Which Edward and Sir Ariman command.~ ~ XIX~He
 81    18|           spurred at once against Sir Berlinghier,~Who Argaliffa
 82    18|     forgotten here,~Dardinel, who Sir Dulphin of the mount,~Claude
 83    18|   faulchion, Stamford's cavalier,~Sir Anselm, Raymond and Sir
 84    18|           Sir Anselm, Raymond and Sir Pinnamont~From London-town;
 85    18|       Among the damned would send Sir Dardinell;~But all access
 86    18|        the west;~'Tis time I seek Sir Gryphon, and make known~
 87    18|       portals open fly.~Meanwhile Sir Gryphon, having put to flight~
 88    18|     warfare rages wide.~At length Sir Gryphon fears he shall be
 89    18|       truce,~Repenting him, he to Sir Gryphon cried,~"It grieves
 90    18|         the design~Of seeking out Sir Aquilant once more,~And
 91    18|           his path explore,~After Sir Gryphon left the holy shrine,~
 92    18|      asked him, if he had possest~Sir Gryphon of the news to them
 93    18|         in showy wise.~ ~ LXXVIII~Sir Aquilant believed, at the
 94    18|           reply:~ ~ LXXXII~"Know, sir, you see my sister in this
 95    18|        couple measure.~ ~ LXXXVII~Sir Aquilant made squires and
 96    18|           Plying her ample wings, Sir Gryphon's name.~Here, great
 97    18|        forth with speed,~And with Sir Aquilant encountering,~Who
 98    18|           same: him not with care~Sir Gryphon had remarked, nor
 99    18|     champions England's cavalier,~Sir Gryphon courteously informed
100    18|           brand,~Cries, proudly, "Sir, I know not by what right~
101    18|      wretches time to say a word.~Sir Turpin in his story tells
102    19|  suppliant cry,~And, "By thy God, sir knight," exclaims, "I pray,~
103    19|           wot thou needs must be, sir cavalier,~Sore wearied with
104    19|         no right~Have I thy doom, sir warrior, to adjourn~Beyond
105    20|         death would smite."~ ~ IX~Sir Guido is besought of them
106    20|        But none is here so great, sir cavalier,~Nor of such puissance
107    20|           sign is plain~That this Sir Guido is, as he had said,~
108    20|        Join thou with us," she to Sir Guido cried,~"And we from
109    20|           project but must fail,~(Sir Guido said) I know, save
110    20|         for their escape.~ ~ LXXX~Sir Guido speaks that night
111    20|           passage, long or short.~Sir Guido so to his companions
112    20|       LXXXV~Toward the other gate Sir Guido went,~Hurrying his
113    20|          knight oppose.~ ~ LXXXVI~Sir Guido and the cavaliers
114    20|           Ere more of these, fair sir, I shall proclaim.~Beyond
115    20|           The prince, exclaimed, "Sir warrior, you are sage,~In
116    21|         what condition think you, sir, remained~The wretched elder
117    22|          foes,~Than four, who for Sir Pinnabel have plight~Their
118    22|        three days since, you now, sir knight, shall hear;~And
119    22|       fortilage, of which I told,~Sir Pinnabel received with semblance
120    22|           With many footmen girt, Sir Pinnabel,~All ready to despoil
121    22|       this ill fortified:~So that Sir Sansonet was smote, and
122    22|       repeats.~ ~ LXXI~This while Sir Pinnabello had drawn near~
123    22|          like fox, in his dismay,~Sir Pinnabel has every hope
124    22|      lance with which he overbore~Sir Sansonet, Rogero came to
125    22|         Made by the castle's lord Sir Pinnabel,~By him discomfited
126    23|          and fell.~ ~ XL~Dead lay Sir Pinnabel, and bathed in
127    23|         succour of the peer.~Well Sir Orlando him, by his reply,~
128    24|           nigh surveyed.~This was Sir Odoric, the Biscayan, who,~
129    24|            XVIII~The two that had Sir Odoric in their ward,~The
130    24|       Corebo of Biscay to be,~And Sir Almonio, his co-mate; the
131    24|      bended knees, and answered: "Sir,~All people that on middle
132    24|          bend."~ ~ XXXIII~So said Sir Odoric; and after showed~(
133    24|          best~Moves a hard heart, Sir Odoric now exprest.~ ~ XXXIV~
134    24|           so their lord commands)~Sir Odoric is unpinioned from
135    24|      woman went.~What these befel Sir Turpin has not said,~But
136    25|       Buovo, brother to the pair,~Sir Vivian and Sir Malagigi
137    25|          the pair,~Sir Vivian and Sir Malagigi hight:~Who him
138    25|           what to say."~ ~ LXXVII~Sir Richardetto the ill news
139    25|       light with gladsome strain,~Sir Aldigier (who wished to
140    25|          change, they hie~Whither Sir Aldigier's advices teach;~
141    26|   Marphisa dart.~ ~  XVIII~Not so Sir Richardet and Aldigier,~
142    26|          Of one of these the son, Sir Guidobald,~Will not by sire,
143    26|          She turned her wholly to Sir Richardet,~As bound direct
144    26|        heart, if I should say~How Sir Rinaldo's sister owned the
145    26|           but with one.~ ~ LXXIII~Sir Vivian is the first who
146    26|          the furious blow.~Vainly Sir Vivian's spear the casque
147    26|          grass.~To run his chance Sir Malagigi, steeled,~Did to
148    26|      daughter of King Stordilane,~Sir Vivian's brother, simply
149    26|         salute;~ ~ CXXXVII~And so Sir Richardet as well: but low~
150    26|       that quest.~In other canto, Sir, I hope to show~Of wondrous
151    27|           and the wondrous might,~Sir, was not of a nature --
152    27|         and cries which multiply; sir, know~It was the martial
153    27|          as said before)~To equip Sir Rodomont himself bestirred,~
154    27|        occasion to bestow.~To him Sir Rodomont, with wonted pride,~
155    27|         every one~Who heard; and, Sir -- if pleased to lend an
156    29|          chase,~(If you remember, sir,) through every road~And
157    30|      occasion will come round.~-- Sir, what befel the lady of
158    31|      unarmed, the warrior cried:~"Sir, to the goodly courser whom
159    31|           he had ordained.~ ~ XXX~Sir Guido, when he knew his
160    31|        twain;~What Malagigi, what Sir Aldigier,~And gallant Vivian,
161    31|     visage from the watery floor,~Sir Guido and his kinsmen, in
162    31|         enmity away.~Rinaldo next Sir Sansonet addrest,~Who somewhat
163    31|                 Whoe'er thou art, sir knight, and whencesoe'er --~
164    31|         such despite!~Permit not, sir, the death of such a knight.~ ~
165    32|          in this castle he abode,~Sir Tristram and a dame their
166    32|       knight had freed.~ ~ LXXXV~"Sir Tristram and his lady reached
167    32|           lifted glaive,~To prove Sir Clodion a discourteous knave;~ ~
168    32|         such courtesies.~With her Sir Tristram talks, while fell
169    32|        door.~ ~ XC~" `And, should Sir Clodion grieve beneath the
170    34|         gone;~And henceforth, has Sir Turpin certified,~That long
171    37|         XLII~"If your own honour, sir, and of those three,~Beneath
172    37|          heir,~Begirt by friends, Sir Marganor is there.~ ~ LXIX~"
173    37|           already barred.~And lo! Sir Marganor, with men arraid,~
174    39|       prest the shore:~With that, Sir Sansonet cut clean asunder~
175    40|           band.~ ~ LXXV~The noise Sir Dudon hears, the slaughter
176    40|         the cavalier.~Admiring at Sir Dudon's courteous vein,~"
177    40|         believes it in Rogero lay~Sir Dudon in few sword-strokes
178    41|          not yield.~ ~ VI~"Pardi, sir, make we peace;" (he said) "
179    41|           A lyme-dog argent bears Sir Olivier,~Couchant, and with
180    41|        pass and sore~Should bring Sir Brandimart, at him he flies:~
181    41|       weed.~His at a venture took Sir Brandimart,~As he could
182    42|          Added, "I pray that you, sir knight, within~My mansion
183    42|      warrior thought.~But let me, sir, repose myself, and I~Will
184    43|           other wight.'~ ~ XXXII~"Sir, a fair city nigh at hand,
185    43|     bloody conquest won:~Dead was Sir Brandimart; and Olivier,~
186    43|          desires~As much, wherein Sir Brandimart to lay,~Steers
187    43|         At home his wound detains Sir Olivier.~ ~ CLXXX~The ceremonies
188    43|           say~In verse, wherewith Sir Brandimart was mourned;~
189    43|         The friendly troop beheld Sir Olivier.~Rogero more rejoiced
190    44|         to hold Rogero dear,~Him, Sir Rinaldo thought, this debt
191    44|    restored, in Afric waters ride~Sir Dudon's ships which did
192    46|          Some help, some comfort, sir, for one provide~In whom
193    46|         sufferer bear.~Then come, sir, for the love of Heaven,
194    46|           victory is plain,~Dread sir, if he your edict reads
195    46|       kisses on his brow.~Nor him Sir Dudon, nor Sir Olivier,~
196    46|            Nor him Sir Dudon, nor Sir Olivier,~Nor King Sobrino
197    46|         Slain by their foemen and Sir Pinnabel:~But they concealed
198    46|          his horse of noble race:~Sir Dudon held his stirrup: