Canto

 1     1|         things which please.~ ~ LVII~"If good Anglante's lord
 2     2|        dark and empty stage.~ ~ LVII~"This while the fell enchanter,
 3     3|   Augustus' is a Maro given.~ ~ LVII~"His deeds adorn his race,
 4     4|        and your pain pursue.~ ~ LVII~"And if you would your warlike
 5     5|       was various sentiment.~ ~ LVII~"But eight days past or
 6     6|        instructions fraught.~ ~ LVII~The courser from the myrtle
 7     7|        pain and labour past?~ ~ LVII~"The marrow of the lion
 8     8|     they the deity content.'~ ~ LVII~And this it was the cruel
 9     9|     shall by his order die."~ ~ LVII~Here her discourse, wherewith
10    10|       at their pleasure die.~ ~ LVII~Return we, where eternal
11    11|       my woes concluded see.~ ~ LVII~"I have to thank thee that
12    12|      chrystal wave untasted.~ ~ LVII~Angelica, the sylvan spring
13    13|         courteously replies:~ ~ LVII~"Chaste dames of thee descended
14    14|   exhale such amorous fire.~ ~  LVII~Doralice he consoled this
15    15|   surprise that pair in bed.~ ~ LVII~Mercury from the smith conveyed
16    16|     deafening Nile descends.~ ~ LVII~The arrows' double shower
17    17|         well inform you how.~ ~ LVII~"So were we all intent on
18    18|        an open passage made.~ ~ LVII~He charges, chases, breaks,
19    19|       had not made the port.~ ~ LVII~To him relates the patron
20    20|     successively were slain.~ ~ LVII~"He to new proof was put
21    21|       to his bitterest hate.~ ~ LVII~"Thenceforth he nevermore
22    22|       in the fire will die."~ ~ LVII~"Regard we not this hindrance
23    23|       wrongly doomed to die.~ ~ LVII~And, after he had heard '
24    24|        frantic, in his mood.~ ~ LVII~Here prince Zerbino all
25    25|  wishful eyes in wanton way.~ ~ LVII~"When more advanced in now
26    26|        Rogero did not know.~ ~  LVII~She turned her wholly to
27    27|      kept the goodly blade."~ ~ LVII~Saying the Count, in yielding
28    28|        on one another gazed.~ ~ LVII~"The stripling asked her
29    29|        us the wondrous word.~ ~ LVII~These and more marvels does
30    30|        high for the assault.~ ~ LVII~Poised in his stirrups stood
31    31| squadron couch their spears.~ ~ LVII~If good Rinaldo gathers
32    32|      bravest knight at arms.~ ~ LVII~" `To Charlemagne, whom
33    33|         s body lies inurned.~ ~ LVII~"Lo! the imperial squadrons
34    34|    grace from God was given.~ ~ LVII~"We will discourse at better
35    35|       Bradamant return anew.~ ~ LVII~When she in other writing
36    36|      his left arm have lopt;~ ~ LVII~And had upon his head descended
37    37|     head and sorely bruised.~ ~ LVII~"She could not to the castle
38    38|       Tartar king, to speed.~ ~ LVII~"While aids like these are
39    39|     count might air receive.~ ~ LVII~Valiant Astolpho had prepared
40    40|        Count resolved to go:~ ~ LVII~Deeming he should not find
41    41|      and slow Rogero guides.~ ~ LVII~Above that hallowed cell,
42    42|         answer, ill or well;~ ~ LVII~And, while he chases her
43    43|  adorned 'twill be and fair.~ ~ LVII~Before when he with him
44    44|         son and father cost.~ ~ LVII~"Can it be true, my life,
45    45|    commands he would fulfil.~ ~ LVII~Albeit no sooner he the
46    46|   listening troop, and said:~ ~ LVII~"Since here Rogero is not,