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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

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

euen then spurrd forth his horse whose windlike fury flying more swift then thoght Made the amazed ground quake thrugh his course As if great Ioue some new reuengement wrought On th' other side Roger with Princely force Ran with such puissance that his horse hoofs taght The sullen earth created dumb and lame To sing to cry to eccho and exclame 28 Or like a flood that falling downe a rocke Reuerberats huge clamors through the stones So sounds his noise till meeting in the shocke That cracke of thunder drowns the lesser ones Brauely they meet and in their meetings broke Their shiu'red staues wherat their palfries groās With such pure might that as if splints would fly Beyond all sight they mounted in the skie 29 Yet were their blowes in nature different For why the Pagan lighting on his shield Which Vulcan well had temperd to preuent A greater force than mortall man could yield With little hazard all in peeces rent But Roger taught how mighty acts to wield With vnknowne puissaunce through his target stricke Albe it was of steele six inches thicke 30 And had his speare sustain'd his manly power And not like feathered plumes flowne in the aire The combate had tane end in that same hower For why no armour able was to beare The huge incounter of that stormie shower Whose lightning through his heart had made repaire Yet break it did with a breach so soūd That both the horses buttocks kist the ground 31 With helpe of bit and blame of angrie spurre Their skilfull riders rais'd them vp againe Who in their saddles rock-like did not sturre But like to Imps of Sagittarius straine All of one matter with their steedes concurre And manag'd mightie actions vnto paine And now with swords threatening the losse of breath Began the wounded Proem vnto death 32 Hote was th' assault implacable the blowes Eager the wishes either for others end Each frō his steeled coat maine lightning throwes Which downward to the parched groūd descend Whose sun-burnt face sweat to indure their woes That euen to wonders did new wonders lend And in this fury both did seeke a good To make the earth drunke with their worthy blood 33 Like wanton Goates winding vpon a plaine Turning and tossing in their nimble salts Now on the right then on the left againe So did these knights whom memorie exalts Handle their horses seeking to regaine Mightie aduātage either by others falts And whilst their thoughts their furies ouerwhelms Their swords kept time vpon their sounding helmes 34 The Pagan which had lost his Serpents hyde That aged Time for Nemirod had made His first great Grandsire Lord of Babels pride And left forlorne his memorable blade Albe he now had gyrt vnto his side Another which for strēgth might heauen inuade Yet neither this nor that was found so hard As to withstand the edge of Balysard 35 Of Balysard Rogeroes trustie sword Which through the Pagās steele had beat his way For neither charme nor temper could affoard A suertie vnto his skinne that day Rebatelesse edge hard stars and might accord The fatall scene of bloody death to play Whilst Roger of the Pagans blood had made A skarlet mantle to impale his blade 36 But Rodomonth that felt his sword rebound Like to a tennis ball within a court As oft as it on Rogers helme did sound And found with-all an infinit resort Of painefull thoughts purchast by many a wound Albe he cloaks maine griefes his madde consort Yet when he saw the conduits of his blood He grew impatient mad and raging wood 37 Euen like a Boare chast in the wildernesse Enuyous of himselfe wanting a meane To be aueng'd of venging mightinesse Gnashing his teeth wrapt in a foamy straine Or like the seas distempered ouglinesse Hurld by the winter wind with might maine Euen so forsakes his shield and doth intend With both his hands to giue the combate end 38 Yet e're he heau'd his hands he curst the skie And slandred shamefully the god of warre Then with such might as stormes in spring do flie He lift them vp and fetching force from farre Stroake that the earth betweene the poles did crie Or like an oake in a tempestuous jarre Rent by the roots with vnknown terror braues The broad vast desarts and the hollowe caues 39 So fell on Rogers helme this hatefull blowe Which had it not by Magycke art beene wrought His fame no fame had liu'd to ouergoe Yet so the puissance had his sence bestraught That gainst the saddle pommell twise in shoe He knockt his head robd of recouering thought The Pagan now exalted in his pride Stroke with like strength another on his side 40 The golden raines guid of Rogeroes steed Fell from his hand ope flewe his holding thies And senslesse with each motion mou'd like reed Whilst weeping Honor in her waining cries The Pagan hopefull greedie in this deed Doubles maine strokes on stroks and gods defies Till in the end with multitudes of blowes He broke his sword the terror of his foes 41 Amaz'd at this hauing but hilt in hand With a small remnant of the broken blade As if that heauen his will did countermand Against the heauens blacke protestations made Blasphemously the God of gods he band And Mahomet with sternie threats doth lade And vowes in spight of heauen and heauenly power Rogero shal not liue to breath an hower 42 At this the help-forsaken Knight he takes And from his saddle lifts him vp by force Thence to the earth he throwes him whilst earth makes A silent sorrow for his murdred coarse Which seene the Pagan smiles and then forsakes Thought of ensuing harme and with his horse Trots in disdaine about Rogeroes head Saying his worke was done his foe was dead 43 But as the Libique sea wrong'd with the winde Recouers mightier forces in his foile So Roger by his fall new strength doth finde And as awak't makes all his sence recoile And to augment his foes amazed minde Nimbly rose vp whilst blushing rage did boile Fresh in his cheekes for as his eies did mooue The first he spi'd was Bradamant his loue 44 Euē Bradamant whose pale wan troubled thought Had almost wed her princely life to death Which seene with venging shame halfe captiue brought Vowes a requital or to loose his breath At which the Pagans bridle raine he caught And on his thies maine deadly woundings lai'th All which he felt so vehement and sore That Rodomonth grew madder than before 45 The bedlam Turke with whom their did remaine Part of the blade that was in peeces flowne With it smote so on Rogers helme againe That once more almost he was ouerthrowne But the milde Prince seeing there did remaine A great aduantage vntill then vnknowne By the left hand doth take the Turke by force And spight of spight puls him besides his horse 46 Now whether t' were his strength fine ssieght or chance I cannot gesse but on his feete he fell No vantage

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