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A20372	Rodomonths infernall, or The Diuell conquered Ariastos conclusions. Of the marriage of Rogero with Bradamanth his loue, & the fell fought battell betweene Rogero and Rodomonth the neuer-conquered pagan. Written in French by Phillip de Portes, and paraphrastically translated by G.M.; Roland furieux. English	Desportes, Philippe, 1546-1606.; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.; Ariosto, Lodovico, 1474-1533. Orlando furioso.	1607 (1607)	STC 6785; ESTC S105308	19,939	58

that forget decaying might Making them graspe at what is mine by right 104 For if the pride of armes this honour winne Iustice must plead me worthiest of the three For thirtie two annoynted Kings haue bin Vassals to me and my huge dignitie T' account my men no number could begin For why they were more then the world could see Exceeding all the sparkling starry light Which in cleere Phebes hall doe polish Night 105 Hills with the hollow downes I leuell made Floods haue I couerd with mine armed hoste Men on parcht plaines in bloody seas did wade And hnnger-starued death through me did boast An Empire that no time should make to fade By me he got what ere fore times had lost For day and night I held him at a baie And still increast his kingdome and his sway 106 Pluto thou knowest and hell will witnesse beare For in thine Eban booke my fame is writ And from hels gates no Fate shall euer weare My rumor out or shall Obliuion sit And my liues Chronicle in peeces teare Thou knowest right well that to this damned pit Millions of millions weeping are descended Of slaughtered soules that my right-hand condemned 107 Call Charon forth let him for me protest Whose armes in work did nere waxe feeble weak Saue with my powers who numberlesse opprest And almost made his withered sinewes breake Againe that these Kings soules may liue at rest And vaine hopes made no further vants to speak Fetch forth thy bedrolls paper-books notes Thy Chronicles in which all soules thou coates 108 Fetch forth the Antiquares of all those shades Sent from the earth by Nature Murder Fight Then shall they know I haue inricht these glades More in the circuit of a winters night Then they in all their liues with all their blades Hell beeing peopled onely by my might Thus did these three with hauty tearms cōtend And each to other hatefull speeches lend 109 Pluto agrieu'd to see this ciuill brawle Practizd to knit them in continuing peace To him new arguments this broyle did call Now doth he sweat to make their wraths surcease And rage inrag'd with rage he doth forestall Their warre doth Rodomonts great warre increase Who all this while vpon the bridge did stand Tearing the yron barres vp with his hand 110 But more he speakes the more their angers rise Like stormes that make disturbed waues growe mad Anon the god with falling fierie eies Thus to beseech with mildest tearmes was glad Cease conquering Kings these ciuil armes despise A iuster cause may here with praise be had As for your strife best time shall it discusse Fore Minos Radamanth and Eachus 117 Thus to his grand tormentor hauing spoke He with disdainfull semblance turnd about And as like lightning from a darke clowd broak Lookt on Gradas and Agramant the stout And said return poore fooles prides foolish yoke Vnto the earth and there anewe finde out Your leaden fames which for a paltry sword To one of you such hie praise did affoard 118 But as for thee Traianos youthful heire Led by yong thoughts inamorites to will In venging hate thy prowesse doth appeare Where I haue scornd any by hate to ill For all my acts Cupids light wings doe beare Vp to faire Cytheron his mothers hill And he that offers Loue his conquering sword Is truely valiant both in deed and word 119 Yet gratious Pluto first disgrace this flame And find a balme to cure Loues hatefull griefe Murder this fire extinguish Cupids name Then will I fight and purchase thee reliefe To this desire thus Dis doth answere frame Ha Mandricard controll that vaine beliefe Which in Loues ease doth any helpe assure Loue is alone impossible to cure 120 The God of gods and I my selfe am thrald No Fate the bane of Venus baite escheweth Cupids keene shafts the Fiends in hell haue gald And whilst his ceaslesse rigor me pursueth By whom is Deitie alone forestald I find no meane nor man that on me rueth But look how fast my wretched flight pretēdeth So fast he flies and on my sorrow tendeth 121 Earnest to follow on his tale begunne A suddaine storme of teares fell from his eies And from his talke so great controlement wonne That sound of words strange sounding sighs supplies Sighes that in feruor did exceed the Sun Making hot flames on watry billowes rise Whilst Rodomonth exlaimd on Dis from farre And cals the fiends to combate if they dare 122 Now Mandricard the sonne of Agrican By this was chosen champion for the darke And armd in clowds that Night from Nature wan Came marching forth whilst euery souie did mark The comely puisance of the mightie man And to his courage euery eare did harke Which he with hollow words brauely did cheer Swearing a second death shall slay their feare 123 But when the Pagan saw him thus prepar'd Dissembling warlike Equipage in hell Fast by the foote takes Charon ouerdar'd And bout his head swings him makes him yell Thence throwes him at the head of Mandricard Who with such violence vpon him fell That spight his heart he made him reele fall As when a Cannon beats a citie wall 124 Poore Charon thus the pellet of his might Hauing orethrowne the Tartar tumbled by And through mischance on Plutoes foot did light And with cold feare orecome began to crie And like a coward king fit Lord for Night Let from his fist his yron scepter flie Which with a bought at each end seemd to be Great as the heauens great seeming Appletree 125 Which massie barre the Pagan soone surprizd And like a tennis tost it in his hand Swearing no diuell nor diuels damme suffiz'd To quench his hates eternall burning brand New immortalitie quoth he disguiz'd Armes me to win this neuer conquered land Nor dare huge infinites my will resist Whilst I possesse this weapon in my fist 126 Thus mad with pride prowd that he was so mad He with this engin scald the gates of hell A second death by death the Furies had For ne're a blow that from his crotcher fel But made the shaking pit with terror sad That all the soules in which dead slumbers dwell Hied to their tombes by old confusion torne And there with teares wept that they were forlorne 127 But this the braue Tartarians soule reuiued Like to a dreaming traueller from sleepe And blushing to behold what Rage atchieued With pensiue looks seemd thogh vnseen to weep Whose dying shame for shame is nere long liued Cast downe his eies much lower then the deepe And lifting them againe whilst wrath repines Displaies a knot of fierie Serpentines 128 Their backes and breasts were speckled blew and green Their eies nostrils spuing flames of fire Whose noysome smoaks palpable felt and seene Poyson'd the aire and what than aire was hier With liquid venime and resistles tiene Which dropping from their scalie fins retire These Mandricard threw fiercely at his foe In hope to quittance his receiued woe