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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

129 But Rodomount whom nothing could apale Smild at reuenge weakened for want of breath And jesting at them boldly gripes them all Squeezing the damned monsters to the death The sight whereof broke the Tartarians gall When scorne by scorn made scorn of valures faith And with that thought flies at the Pagans face And force perforce justles him from the place 130 Vnwares assaild downe falls the Turkish king Into the damned poole of dead-mens bones The op'ning billowes greedily suckt him in And yet agast to heare his angrie groanes Mounted him vp againe lest wrath should bring Vnto their source confused endlesse moanes And as he shakt himselfe the drops fell downe With pitteous grieuance to behold his frowne 131 Mad with disgrace madnesse from enuie growes The Pagan swimming gaind the shore againe Setting the lake on fire where-ere he goes Throwes forth hie mountaines of admir'd disdain The while his body like a furnace glowes Lending new torments to vndying paine And foaming like a stormy beaten flood Belcht riuers forth that no restraint withstood 132 When Pluto saw him diuing in this brooke The altar on which all the gods doe sweare Vnto his soule exalted ioyes he tooke And thus his fainting armie newe doth cheare Friends said he fellow mates glosse of my looke My agents euen my selfe my best compeere Mount you vpon these walls and then retort This damned diuell from a landing port 132 Which who effects by vnimagind might To him a wealthy coronet of Yew A wreath of Cypresse and a clowd of Night I doe bequeath whom all soules shall reuiewe But Mandricard now iealeous of his right Seeing hel mooued cried Pluto is this true Wilt thou dishonour me shall any say He seconded the Tartar in his fray 133 False god rebate thine idle promise past And keepe thy damned soules in yron chaines For if dishonor on my crest be plac't This power of mine that all great power sustains I 'le turne vpon thy head and for disgrac 't Drown thee and him within these muddy streams Whilst this was speking spight of might or main Once more the Turke came to the shore againe 135 And all his body mantled in filthy mire Like a stearne Boare soild in the Summer time Yet in his count'nance flam'd eternall fire Much hier then infernall eies could clime Like lightning Salmicis wing'd with desire Flies on the Tartar all besmeard with slime And with his airie armes gripes aire so sore That Mandricard fell down and could no more 136 Hence doth victorious Rodomont pursue His all-wonne conquest to the gates of hell And Pluto swore Destenie was vntrue Yet trying all what euer could repell From his neere bosome fatall inchantment drew I meane Despaire Griefe and Amazement fell Which in a viall he had closely plac't And these at Rodomont with rage he cast 137 But these were made to wound the Louers breast They had no motion in a flintie minde Of which the Pagan made an idle jeast Spilt it vpon the ground said foolish blind Poore god of hell keepe in thy rusty chest These Pedlars trinckets for some weaker kind For louing asses and for wanton boies Slaine and orecome with sillie childrens toies 138 For me I feare no frost no foyle no flame No monster filth nor hellish excrement To dread thy priuie rage were dastard shame Nothing mooues me vnder the firmament All things are held in awe by my great name And I as little feare thy worst intent As stubborn Northern blasts or Summers haile Feare to encounter an vnfolded Snaile 139 Thus did he say by rage taught what to say And saying what he said burnt with his ire Felt a strong drought make thrugh his body way Setting his soule and aierie parts on fire All which his labours passions and paines obey Adding huge violence to his desire For beeing with his drinesse almost burst He leaues them all seeks to quench his thirst 140 Like Hercules for Hyla he runs madde Crying and seeking for some cooling streame Anon he finds one out and then was glad Lethe he findes Lethe which Poets dreame That all Forgetfulnesse from it is had Memory takes from that still pond his maime The sight of which when the prowd Pagan He laies him downe takes a mighty caught draught 141 Sooner he had not toucht the fatall spring But all old memory and thought was gone His former warre his rage his combating And euery acte before that present done Hell he forgat Fiends Furies and their King All which in consultation were alone And had decreed and taken Plutoes crowne To make him King and put old Ditis downe 142 But like a man that knowes no former age Or infants that forget their mothers wombe Meeke as a Doue that Lyon-like did rage He finds the way through which he first did come Passes ore Styx like a conuerted sage And so ascending vp by fatall doome Once more the aire and earthly mansions won Cheering his dead eies with the liuing sonne 143 Restlesse he passed like a windie gale Through all the crooked corners of this round Till he found out againe that bloody vale That euer to be memorized ground On which he tooke his death and there his pale Dead mangled carkasse rent and torne he found With broken skull and flesh delacerate About the which a thousand Rauens sate 144 Wrath at this sight waken'd his sleepy brands And on the featherd tyrants spits his gall Railes but his raylings nothing vnderstands Ore mounts he chases them ore rockes ore dale Ore floods and seas beating the beaten strands Making the woods resound his hydeous tale Stil folowing on where ere they took their flight Threatening the silly birds to proue his might 145 Led thus by conduct of his winged foes Not apprehending what or where he was Stareth about and then records his woes For well he knew the heauens adored place Within this Paradice his Trophees shoes Here all his thoughts his cares and wonder was A tower he saw out-braue the element Which was faire Isabellaes monument 146 Faire Isabella flower of virgin maides Whose fame is registred on heauens face In whose last end eternall vertue reades Faiths perpetuitie and chast thoughts grace Whose neuer-mooued soule to ages pleads Life that no life or death shall counterface Whose Angel loue to Angel sences bared Her too vntimely end too well declared 147 This mightie Tower the Pagans teares agniz'd He knew the gates the bridge the swans the flood And all those knightly shields by honor priz'd Which he had wonne in seas of purple blood For though that Lethe euery thought surpriz'd Yet Loue it could not Loue all charms withstood And he that had forgot all other deedes Records his Loue Loue that perpetuall bleeds 148 Like Centaures gazing on the Gorgon shield So on this castle stone-like look't this king And to it thousand orizons did yield Deare tombe of Chastitie O glorious thing And now since fates that al the world doth wield About whose work the frame of heauen doth hing Haue doomd vnburied soules though gods by birth An hundred yeres to trauel on the earth 149 Therefore the Destinies this Pagan bound So long to erre about this holy shrine Constant and joyfull in his Loue-sicke wound Shewing himselfe fearefull to mortall eine With cries clamors shaking the trobled groūd At whose huge noise both gods and men repine Which seemes to call O pulchra clara stella Rodomount Rodomount Isabella Isabella FINIS AT LONDON Printed by V. S. for Nicholas Ling. 1607. Aimon Bradamant was Aimons daughter and sister to Rinaldo Charles for Charlymaine Ariosto can 46. Melissa a famous inchauntresse The 12. Signes Marfyza Rogers sister Aquitan and Griffin Hell by some writers is said to be in the center of the earth This bridg is fained to be kept by Cerberus the three headed dogge Hercules brought Proserpina from hell when Pluto had stollen her from her mother Ceres These thre were the Iudges of Hell Agramant was the sonne of Traiano who was slaine by Pipin king of Fraunce

RODOMONTHS INFERNALL OR The Diuell conquered ARIASTOS Conclusions Of the Marriage of Rogero with Bradamanth his Loue the fell sought Battell betweene Rogero and Rodomonth the neuer-conquered Pagan Written in French by Phillip de Portes and Paraphrastically translated by G. M. AT LONDON Printed by V. S. for Nicholas Ling. 1607. TO THE RIGHT Honorable his very singular good Lord the Lord Mount-eagle all that can be wisht in his owne best wishes THere is nothing more vsually common in this last part of this worst age most Honorable and vertuously Honorable Lord then the publication of Bookes how-euer their genealogies spring euen from the lightest vanities amongst whom to saue the World and Bitternesse a labour I condemne my selfe as an Author and Abettor of that customary error onely with this halfe-part excuse that albe in my writings I haue neither Feminine honie nor Masculine gall yet I either doe or desire to retaine a tastfull rellish of a little saltnesse which may it carie but the least imagined season in your Noble sence I shall slieghtly respect the curiositie of any other how-euer his stomacke be esteemed for best iudgement The Noble Frenchman Mounsieur Portes who was the first Author of this worke was a man of great wit famous learning and Noble place each of which currie in them defence sufficient to shield him from imputation so that questionlesse the body of the worke must needs be faire and onely the deformitie in his English apparell and no wonder for I protest the Translation was finisht and forth of my hands aboue a dozen yeares agone a time wherein bumbasted breeches and straite whale-bon'd dublets had neither vse nor estimation How-euer all mine escapes both boldnesse in daring to your presence rudenesse in the worke wants in mine Arts perfection must flie vnder the couert of your Noble Patronage a defence that giuing my Muse an immortall life shall binde my loue and seruice to you and your Honorable house for euer Your Honors humbly deuoted G. M. TO READERS OF both kinds TO find as many excuses as curious sences can faults were to begin a new Legend Auri or a second part of the Booke of Martyrs a paire of gates through which this little Poem would not be seene to steale wherefore briefly to helpe what I know is weake this Paraphrase was first intended for one priuat mans repast and not for a wedding table the time when Poesie was lesse but more beloued Poets fewer but not so bitter and Readers in generall by much much better affected Now since time impudencie and other powers plucks the blush from my cheekes and that perforce I am prostituted to the racke of your imaginations stretch me not beyond my strength the rather for my confession sake but considering the daies of this poore Poems creation take pittie that he was too soone borne and out of that clemency it may be he wil bring you as much delight as some other children of his owne yeare and my selfe shall extoll that in you which is seldome or neuer found in a multitude some Iustice. Farewell G. M. THE ARGVMENT OF THE POEM ROdomonth King of Argier and Sarza beeing a man of most extreame pride and courage comming into Fraunce with King Agramant who to reuenge the death of Trai●●o his father slaine by Pipin King of Fraunce had conducted thither a most puissant armie against Charlimaine the sonne of Pipin after the warres were almost finished and both Agramant Mandricard Gradasso and diuers other Kings slaine this Rodomonth vnderstanding that Rogero a Prince of excellent vertue and prowesse who also was a confederate and assistant vnto Agramant was not onely conuerted and becomed a Christian but also should take to wife Bradamant the daughter of Duke Aimon one of the twelue Peeres of Fraunce beeing mightily inraged thereat vpon the wedding day he commeth and challengeth Rogero the combate in which fight Rodomonth is slaine whose soule after his death retaining the violence furie and madnesse which he possest in his life descending into hell maketh open warres against Pluto the god of hell and euen conquereth and turmoileth all the diuels therein till hauing ouer-heated himselfe and seeking for water to quench his thirst he happeneth vpon Lethe the riuer of Forgetfulnesse on which when he had drunke hee instantly forgat all that was past except Loue and so returneth backe to the earth where he wandred till he found the Castle of Isabella the daughter of the King of Spaine whom albe he had formerly loued most entirely yet he had slaine vnluckily and about that Castle he is bound by the Destinies to wander for an hundred yeares because his body wanted buriall Rodomonths Infernall 1 I Sing of him and his eternall ire Whose wraths high tempest neuer calme could boot That in his life shak't heauēs immortal fire And made the earth to tremble at his foote That first made aire weep teares of wrong'd desire Of Furies tree both bodie head and roote The high contemner of all deitie Afflictions master and the wracke of Pittie 2 Of him I sing that washt all Fraunce in blood Great man great might but angers greatest great Whose soule when Roger sent to Charons flood Blacke Plutoes Mariner did faire intreat Shaking like reed that in some marrish stood And all hell skard his rigorous armes await Palenes forsworne then seazd on Ditis face And Proserpine to new-felt feares gaue place 3 Then were the furies with his viewe affright And shrunke to hide their waue-like snakie haires Whilst he thrugh girt with mad outragious might Thunders his bedlam wrath in dead mens eares And like an hoste drags forth the sole-sad Night To slay the beautie Heauens fore-head beares God of my Muse and me grace of my song Sweeten my harsh lines with thy musicke tong 4 WHat time braue Leon had to Paris brought The soule of Virtu Roger Prince of arms Whom Charlemaine and all his Peeres had sought And in the view of France ceasd those alarms Which old Mount Albans gouernors had wrought Gainst him the deare controller of his harmes Now to make sweete his life so loathsome led Roger vnto his Bradamante is wed 5 To Bradamante the joy of Aimons age The martiall Conqueresse of all the world Gainst whom durst none but he strōg battel gage For all Knights els by her were ouer-hurld Onely his eies launce did her power asswage And in her haires twine were his sences curld That striuing who the battels glory wonne Neither were conquered both were ouercome 6 This nuptiall wedding this conjunct of hearts Charles seekes to deifie with all renowne Fraunce could affoard or hidden Magycke arts Could dignifie with nights bright starrie crowne Two daies in neuer-equald joyes departs Whilst Heauens fore-head neuer lent a frowne And in all Tilting Tourney and all fight The praise and prize on Rogers fortunes light 7 Who of the glorious Architect would learne The rare pauilion the inchanted tower Or who would

was betweene them more or lesse Saue in the swords which Roger vs'd so well That when the Pagan ouer-neare did presse With point he kept him out though nere so fell For he did deeme in dangerous and ill To close with one of such huge strength skil 47 Againe he saw the Pagan bleed so sore That lingring time would giue the conflict end For strength flew forth at his vaines opened dore Which Rodomonth perceiuing thought to lend Despaire a desperate hazard lesse or more And therefore with a diuellish force did send The hilt and pommell of the broken steele To Rogers head which made him soundly reele 48 It strake him twixt the shoulder and the head And gaue to him a blow so firme and sound That good Rogero there-with staggered And hardly stood from falling on the ground Rodomonth to close with him then hastened But loe his foot fail'd with his former wound So that his too much haste as oft we see Hurt him and made him fall vpon his knee 49 Roger accepting Times aduantage lent Wounded the Turke on head on breast and face But he got vp againe incontinent And made starke mad with this most vile disgrace Ranne vpon Roger and in 's armes him pent Folding him with a most vnkind imbrace And then they striue heaue shoue thrust to and fro And either seekes the others ouerthrow 50 With force they striue with arte and with agilitie Whether shall sooner fall vnto the ground The Pagans strength was weakned by extremity By means of many a deepe receiued wound Rogers arte was great great his abilitie Much vs'd to wrastle and he quickly found Th' aduantage which he did not ouer-slip But on the weakest side his foe did trip 51 Downe like a tower to the ground he went Or like a rocke throwne headlong in the sea Whereby his blood in great aboundance spent Freshly began to spring making that day The earth in skarlet clad much to lament Downe is he held to rise he finds no way The while Rogero set his daggers point Vnto his throat and to his chiefest joynt 52 And with sharp words th'imbassadors of death Told him except to mercie he submit Nothing should saue his life or lend him breath Such firme resolue within his heart did sit But Rodomonth whose hie couragious faith Rather then yeild a thousand deaths thought fit Spake not a word but stroue himselfe to sunder From him or if he could to get him vnder 53 Looke how a Martin in a Mastiues fang Foames at the mouth fights with his ouerthrow Whilst from his red eies beames of fire flang And at the end impatient of his woe Grinning lifts vp his lips where slauers hang And his vaine vnreuenging teeth doth shoe So doth the cruell Pagan striue and threat But all he can cannot his death defeat 54 Yet with long striuing and with wondrous paines He freed his better arme and void of awe His ponniard which in his right hand remaines That in this latter conflict he did draw He seekes to stab into Rogeroes raines But when the valiant youth the perill saw Then for his safeties sake he was constrained To kill the cruell Turke that grace disdained 55 And lifting his victorious hand on hie In the Turkes face he stabd his dagger twice Vp to the hilts and quickly made him die Ridding himselfe of trouble in a trice Downe to the lake where damned ghosts doe lie Sunke his disdainfull soule now cold as yee Blaspheming as it were and cursing lowd That was on earth so loftie and so prowd 56 The eie-beholders wondring at this deed In showtes and cries to heauen bore Rogers fame In gazing on him Eies and Eares doe feed And from all mouthes his all great praises came From age to sucking babes his acts succeed And infants sonet on his sacred name And al the Peers of France kindly imbrac't him And Charlimaine within his armes inlac't him 57 He kist him kindly and orecome with joy Dissolu'd faire pearle and siluer on his checke Kinde thoughts more kinder thoughts sought to destroy Eternal their abode the King doth seeke As much Marfyza did and would enioy Perpetuall comfort from his lookes so meeke Orlandos loue nor yet Rinaldos lacke Neither the warlike brothers white and blacke 58 Last but not least for shee exceeded all Came Bradamant his bride his loue his Queene Thought-guiding goddesse warlike principall Within whose eies are thousand Cupids seene Shee on his hands kisses and teares le ts fall So boundlesse her immortall pleasures beene And frō his face wipes with her cheeks so bright The sweat and dust that hindred had his sight 59 How many deaths alas how many paines How many slaine hopes what abundant feares Ran vncontrolled through this Ladies veines How many idle wishes what dispaires Felt shee forlorne the while the fight retaines A doubtfull issue who the triumph beares Trembling for her Roger her purest heart Her god her life her loue and euery part 60 How many times succeslesse did shee wish Her selfe well arm'd plac'd in her louers stead Not that shee fear'd his starres would run amisse But for the Pagans puissance made her dread Who lent no minutes respite to her blisse But with each stroke seemd to awake the dead And more thē with the blows the Pagā strooke He pierc't her soule and life with euery looke 61 Now contrary rauisht with her delight Shee winds her armes like vines about his necke Calls him her loue her joy and her liues spright Her better selfe all that her comforts decke Now doth shee chide the day for too slow flight And euening for her lazie pace doth checke Making her praiers to Night her welcom guest Whose silence must to waking loue yield rest 62 During this joy numberlesse people flow About the body of the Pagan King Whose monstrous greatnesse seemd to ouer-goe The Aetnean Cyclops or some greater thing Some at his beard in admiration grow Some of his countenāce some of his shape do ring In briefe ther 's none beleeues that he is dead Or that one man such might could captiue lead 63 Till Charlimaine both to cut off amaze As also to make Rogers deeds diuine Caus'd to disarme the Turk on whom they gaze And on faire pillars wrought of stately pine Trophees that time nor ruine should down raze Within that place most rich in Paris eine Hung vp his head-peece curats and the rest With all that his great body did inuest 64 The masse of flesh by force of horse and man For like a mountaine it lay on the plaine Was dragd into the Voyrie and than Left as a prey for Rauens to remaine Who hiely feasted in their croking gan Triumph vpon his carrion and grow faine Singing in base songs that Frēch babes to beare Might wonder when of Rogers acts they heare 65 And now by this th'outragious bedlam soule Of euer-angrie Rodomonth was got Down through the earths sad corners to the fowle Blacke streame of Acheron

which first doth float About the bounds of hell on whose bāks knowle Millions of sprights he sees with clamors trot Crying on Charon who transported then His Bardge downe laden with a world of men 66 But he contemptuously hating to stay The lazie pleasure of the old mans sloath Into the lake leaps head-long and makes way With his deuided armes yet as he goeth With spightfull threatnings euer did inuay Against the Bardge-man who was likewise wroth And for he knew his Fare he had not paid With Oare in hand his landing passage staid 67 Th' ambitious Pagan staring in his face First smil'd then said alas poore silly man Thinkst thou whom age hath linckt to weake disgrace Against immortall Rodomounth to stan If all the diuels in hell be in thy case All shall be slaues to me that all things can Say thus said Rodomount the god of hell Whose wil 's a law whose law dare none repell 68 Packe hence then crooked lozzell hide thy head A better man a brauer boat I le haue The boat-swaine who such words nere heard nor read Thinking to drown him in the inkie waue Taking a stretcher at the spirit laid Which seene the nimble Turk with corage braue Into the boat leapes that with force it reeles And therewithal strikes vp the old mans heeles 69 Then on his snowie beard he claps his hold Giuing him buffets more then two or three The silly wretch singled with courage cold Yet to auoid him wants abilitie Both were impatient both their strengths vnfold Till they the boat and all orewhelmed be With such a noise as hels vast vaults resounded And Charon cri'd for Plutoes aide confounded 70 The soule of Rodomont from Kings descended Swame downe the riuer easily at his will And drags along with him madly offended The boat and boat-man whether he will or nill These as sad Trophees on his rage depended Whom he torments with worse then worst of ill Anon he lands them and doth then begin To looke how he might hels great Palace win 71 Pluto that from hels tower looked downe Sweats and torments himselfe to see this wrath Scarce can he tell how to preserue his crowne All that by doome of destenie he hath Now he begins to fret to scold and frowne Vowing iniustice manageth his scath And then he feares hie Ioue is down descended To take from him the right he long defended 72 The starre of Sicill Proserpin the faire Lanthorne of hell the paramour to Dis Felt selfe-like pangs and twice so great despaire By which her plaints grew more extream thē his With heauie eies wan cheekes and carelesse haire Round about hell shee runnes madly amisse And all the damned soules calles to her aide With flattering words thus in sweet liquor laid 73 You soules shee said you spirits miserable That burne in yce and frieze in scorching fire And you that nere to feele Loues darts were able To whom no golden touch of thoughts aspire Though pittie here by course is detestable Yet pittie me pittie my whole desire And with that pittie keepe and hold my right For which this prowd imperious foe doth fight 74 See how his rage claimes this vast Emperie Needs will he rule this damned fatall place My crowne he claimes my scepters dignitie My husbands birth-right al black Nights imbrace Downe falls my rule vnlesse your chiualrie Vnto my eager hopes bid happy base Which if you doe and I thereby repaire My ruin'd thoghts mark what I vow sweare 75 By sacred Styx by that obscure aspect By the dread spindle of the fatall three Twinnes got by Erebus and Nights defect And by the rocke on which the world doth lie I vowe my thoughts no labour shall neglect Vntill those dames brands of your miserie Come to this place and either ease your smarts Or feele due paine for such stiffe steeled hearts 76 But as for you that Loues flames haue not tasted But liue in hell for other hainous sinnes If through your aide my woes away be wasted And my ioyes Legend in your fame begins Then neuer more hence-forth shal you be blasted With tortures woes or ought that sorrow brings And if in hell sweet solace may be had I grant it them that make my sighings glad 77 When faire Eurydice had spoken thus The shadows which in blacke Auernus lay Thundring came vp and of her words discusse Glad of her promise and this holy day All promise aide no threats were burdenous And Agrican himselfe did first display Then Agramant then Mandricard then more Each striuing which should goe the rest before 78 All with imperious eagernesse contend Which first shall triumph ore the Pagan King At which debate heauēs frame with griefe did bēd Bowing his breast to peace them summoning But seeing that their rage did more extend From this his vault did stormy lightening fling Thunder and tempest flew from heauens dore Such stormes till then was neuer seene before 79 Euen from the highest round that mooueth all To the low center where we hell repute The noise was heard which did all eares appale And from the same consuming fire did shute Which like well armed warriours in a brawle Seemd wirh reuenge each other to rebuke Whose broken speares like fierie arrowes fell And hung from heauen vnto the lowest hell 80 Th'opposed earth at these extreames admired Seeing hell quake and heauen thus inflamed Stroke dumbe and blinde mercie for sins desired Such prodigies fore times had neuer framed Earth thinkes the day of Doome is full expired For all in all and all things are ashamed Onely the Pagans soule from earth deuided Stood dreadlesse these hellish sights derided 81 Th' imperiall seat of heauenly loue he threats Bans aire and earth and elementall powers Vowing by his owne rage which all things beats That if he meete or finde deaths hatefull bowers The life hee tooke from him with mild intreats Hee shall restore againe in teary showers And he in spight of Plutoes deitie Will there in hell erect his Emperie 82 Where ere he went the Furies fled before him The whilst his pride augmented by their flight All things without hell gates ran to adore him And now the draw-bridge stands within his sight On it he prowdly leaps that quaking bore him And vaunts himselfe therof Lord king knight For why th' Ecchiddnian curre for feare was fled And in the burning lake did hide his head 83 And now he pulls the Eban bridge in sunder And hauing Charon this while by the heeles Like to a maull makes his old pate to thunder Beating the bridge whose rented pillars reeles Whilst Pluto who at all these acts did wonder More woes than hell includes with terror feeles His austere looke black swarthie angry redde Now grew exchang'd pale wan drie and dead 84 Like haplesse Pelops in an iuorie mount Vnnaturally so the blacke god stood Of woes the huge infinitiue account With stearne impatience makes him growe starke wood This hard disasterous chance