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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16304	Orlando inamorato the three first bookes of that famous noble gentleman and learned poet, Mathew Maria Boiardo Earle of Scandiano in Lombardie. Done into English heroicall verse, by R.T. Gentleman; Orlando innamorato. Selections. English	Boiardo, Matteo Maria, 1440 or 41-1494.; Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.	1598 (1598)	STC 3216; ESTC S110501	32,736	70

brest-plate through though surely steelde The speares point into his body strucke like thunder The Giant then his speare so sore doth wielde As that good Oliuer slaine was not t was a wonder Seuen yardes he from his saddle at the least With furious stroke from horse was dispossest There 's none that sees him but thinkes he is dead For in the midst his helmet clouen was None wistly lookes vpon his face or head But swears that life out of his Corse doth passe O how with this was Charles daunted and sed Ah worthy Baron gon art thou alas Chiefe honour of my Court deare as my sonne Why suffers God such mischiefe to be donne If insolent this Pagan was before He 's now so proude that scarce on feete he goes Now Peacocke like he calls and threatneth sore Where are these brauing Palatines our foes White hearted liuered Knights base cowardes more More then to bib and quaffe my cunning showes Valiant no doubt is this their TABLE ROVND It threatens much yet none to fight are found King Pipins sonne heating this foule disgrace And that his Court was made a scoffe and play Is much incenst and troubled in his face And looking angry bout him thus doth say Where are they that should homage in this place Do to me now they now are gon away Where 's Gan of Pontiers now Rinaldo where Orlando stoute All Traitors none appeare Sonne of a Queane base got I promise thee If euer I do meet with thee againe With mine owne handes soone strangled shalt thou be Thus and much more said angry Charlemaine Astolfo being behinde him this doth see Vnseene on horsebacke he goeth backe amaine Saying vnto himselfe what though I die Yet I le appeare in fielde most valiantly Nor doth he thinke that euer he shall finde The lucke to ding the Giant on the ground But for to shew his good and houest minde To his vtmost power as he to Charles was bound He brauely mounted turnes his armour shinde As ventrous Knight at all points at that stound Yet those that knew him cride now God vs saue If we than this no better Champion haue He bowes himselfe fore Charles in lowly guise My gratious Lord saith he before them all To vnhorse this Pagan proud in valiant wise I venter will if so you please I shall The King knitting his browes with angrie eies Saith go thy waies no doubt a fray most tall Thou 'lt make then turning to them that stoode by Now quoth he we shall shamde be presently Astolfo threates the Pagan at first sight To take prisuer and as his Gallie slaue To vse him and these words so much him spight As he is madde for furie and doth raue And in the next song I le describe the●t fight If so your wonted patience I may haue To daine to listen with your gentle eare Where wonders strange nere heard of you shall heare THE THIRD BOOKE OF Orlando Inamorato THE ARGVMENT Astolfo wins in field the Prize at last Yet he through treason is in prison laide Rinaldo Merlins Fountaine strange doth taste Where loue he bare Angelica doth fade Ferraw once more Angelica hath out traste Kills him and drownes him for such sute he made That done he meets Orlando and doth fight With him for faire Angelica the bright LIGHT of mine eyes LIFES spirit vnto my HaRT That makst my fearefull Muse to mount so hie Thy sun-shine beames a while on me revart Whilst I thy praises sing most worthily For thou alone true honor dost impart Vnto my Verse by vertue of thine eye Since who of such a worthy story writes As is thy selfe LOVE Poet-like indites LOVE framde the Heauens and Harmonies sweet ground Loue made the world of sauadge to be milde Loue first delightfull Poetrie out found Loue peace did breed and bloody wars exilde Ah then where first thou hurtst heale thou the wound DAIZIE of CHESSHIRE view my heauie plight Who am Loues MaRTIre torturde day and night If you remember but euen now I tolde How braue Astolfo in most scornefull wise Taunted the Pagan saying Sitra be not so bold Left I thee send where ne're more thou shalt rise What though thy strength our Barons hath controld Yet Rascall I 'le thee learne another guise When th' art in Gallie and Gyant since I see Thou art so strong my chiefe Slaue thou shalt be Grandonio who vsde others for to braue But neuer for to take such wordes of skorne Began to swell for anger and to raue As troubled Sea that swelleth high through storme When windes doe force the mounting billowes waue And euery Shippe by waters vnderborne Grandonio so doth rage with furie lead Gnashing his teeth and shaking of his head Like to a Snake for anger he doth hisse And with Astolfo longs to grapple faine His monstrous Club to take he doth not misse Thinking most sure therewith to be his bane Either to make him dead the ground to kisse Or for to strike him through the midst in twaine Or for to pull him from his Steede perforce And quarter him in foure without remorce Thus coms the Pagan with this furious minde Astolfo turnes to meere him in the face Pale lookes hee and fearefull his heart doth finde Yet willing more to die then take disgrace And both incenst runne swifter then the winde Meeeting in surie with a desperate pace Grandonio falles but Iudge you if you please If such a violent Fall was with his ease The People showte making a Noise and crie As if the earth were firde or Heauen should fall There 's none that this hath marked with his eie But whoopes for Ioy as well the great as small Each one commendes him and that worthylie Whilst that the Saracens are daunted all Th'empror seeing the Pagan where he lies Though he it seeth beleeues not his owne eies The Gyant falling fell on his left side Which was the cause the wound he had before Tooke through Vienna's Marquesse valour tride Was hurt farre worse and opened now farre more So as halfe dead he on the ground did bide The English Duke had wounded him so sore Powring out blood from out his corse so fast As scarse a fountaine doth forth water cast Some say Astolfo's valour made him bleede With Counterbuffe and therefore him they praise Other reporte the trueth thereof indeede Some I some no each as him liketh sayes Grandonio was conuaid away on Steede And Astolf for this Blow full dearely payes For in the ende the Paynim did him giue His deaths wound nor himselfe did after liue Astolfo in the Listes as Conquerour Standeth and yet he doubts if he be so Two Knightes there were yet of the Pagans power Onely that had not tryde their force as tho Kinges Sonnes they were of Chiualrie the Flowe● Giasart as Browne Pyliaz Flaxen did show Giasarts Father all Arabia won Through force of Armie his which he o'recome The Sire of Pyliaz all Russia Had seizde vpon and got into his hand Besides