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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02125	The historie of Orlando Furioso, one of the twelue pieres of France As it was plaid before the Queenes Maiestie.; History of Orlando Furioso	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.; Ariosto, Lodovico, 1474-1533. Orlando furioso.	1594 (1594)	STC 12265; ESTC S105966	23,360	62

Stay Princes base not your selues to cumbat such a dog Mount on your coursers follow those that flie And let your conquering swoordes be tainted in their blouds Passe ye for him he shall be combatted Exit Kings Sac: Why what art thou that brauest me thus Orl: I am thou seest a mercenarie souldier Homely yet of such haughtie thoughts As noght can serue to quēch th' aspiring thoghtes That burnes as doe the fires of Cicely Vnlesse I win that princely diademe That seemes so ill vppon thy cowards head Sac. Coward To armes sir boy I will not brooke these braues If Mars himselfe euen from his firie throne Came armde with all his furnitures of warre They fight Oh villaine thou hast slaine a prince Orl: Then maist thou think that Mars himself Came down to vaile thy plumes and heaue thee from thy pompe Proud that thou art I recke not of thy gree But I will haue the conquest of my sword Which is the glorie of thy diadem Sac: These words bewraie thou art no base born moore But by descent sprong from some roiall line Then freely tell me what 's thy name Orl: Nay first let me know thine Sac: Then know that thou hast slaine Prince Sacrepant Orl: Sacrepant Then let me at thy dying day intreate By that same sphere wherein thy soule shall rest If loue denie not passage to thy ghost Thou tell mee whether thou wrongdst Angelica or no Sac: O that 's the sting that pricks my conscience Oh that 's the hell my thoughts abhorre to thinke I tel thee knight for thou doest seeme no lesse That I ingravde the rundelaies on the trees And hung the sedulet of poore Medors loue Intending so to breed debate Betweene Orlando and Angelica O thus I wrongd Orlando and Angelica Now tell me what shall I call thy name Orl: Then dead is the fatall authour of my ill Base villaine vassall vnworthie of a crowne Knowe that the man that strucke the fatall stroke Is Orlando the Countie Palatine Whome fortune sent to quittance all my wrongs Thou foild and slain it now behoues me straight To hie me fast to massacre thy men And so farewell thou deuill in shape of man Exit Sac: Hath Demogorgon ruler of the fates Set such a balefull period on my life As none might end the daies of Sacrepant But mightie Orlando riuall of my loue Now holdeth the fatall murderers of men The sharpned knife readie to cut my threed Ending the scene of all my tragedie This daie this houre this minute ends the daies Of him that liude worthie olde Nestors age Phoebus put on thy fable suted wreath Cladde all thy spheres in darke and mourning weedes Parcht be the earth to drinke vp euery spring Let corne and trees be blasted from aboue Heauen turne to brasse earth to wedge of steel The worlde to cinders Mars come thundering downe And neuer sheath thy swift reuenging swoorde Till like the deluge in Dewcalions daies The higgest mountaines swimme in streames of bloud Heauen earth men beasts euerie liuing thing Consume and end with countie Sacrepant he dyes Enter Marsillus Mandrecard and twelue peeres with Angelica Mar. Fought is the field Sacrepant is slaine With such a massacre of all his men As Mars descending in his purple robe Vowes with Bellona in whole heapes of bloud To banquet all the demie gods of warre Mandr. See where hee lies slaughtered without the campe And by a simple swaine a mercenarie Who brauely tooke the combat to himselfe Might I but know the man that did the deede I would my Lord eternize him with fame Oger Leauing the factious countie to his death Command my Lord his bodie be conuaid Vnto some place as likes your Highnes best See Marsillus poasting thorough Affrica We haue found this stragling girle Angelica Who for she wrongd her loue Orlando Chiefest of the Westerne peeres Conuersing with so meane a man as Medor was We will haue her punisht by the lawes of France To end her burning lust in flames of fire Mar. Beshrew you lordings but you doe your worst Fire famine and as cruell death As fell to Neros mother in his rage Angelica Father if I may dare to call thee so And Lordes of France come from the Westerne seas In quest to finde mightie Orlando out Yet ere I die let me haue leaue to say Angelica held euer in her thoughts Most deare the loue of Countie Palatine What wretch hath wrongd vs with suspect of loue I know not I nor can accuse the man But by the heauens whereto my soule shall flie Angelica did neuer wrong Orlando I speake not this as one that cares to liue For why my thoughts are fully malecontent And I coniure you by your Chiualrie You quit Orlandos wrong vpon Angelica Enter Orlando with a scarfe before his face Oliuer Strumpet feare not for by faire Mayas sonne This day thy soule shall vanish vp in fire As Semele when Iuno wild the trull To entertaine the glorie of her loue Orl: Frenchman for so thy quaint aray imports Be thou a Piere or be thou Charlemaine Or hadst thou Hector or Achilles hart Or neuer daunted thoughts of Hercules That did in courage far surpasse them all I tell thee sir thou liest in thy throate The greatest braue transalpine France can brooke In saying that sacred Angelica Did offer wrong vnto the Palatine I am a common mercenary souldier Yet for I see my Princesse is abusd By new come straglers from a forren coast I dare the proudest of these westerne Lords To cracke a blade in triall of her right Mam: Why foolish hardie daring simple groome Follower of fond conceited Phaeton Knowest thou to whom thou speakst Mar: Braue souldier for so much thy courage These men are princes dipt within the blood saies Of Kings most royall seated in the West Vnfit to accept a challenge at your hand Yet thankes that thou wouldst in thy Lords defence Fight for my daughter but her guilt is knowne Ang: I rest thee souldier Angelica is false False for she hath no triall of her right Souldier let me die for the misse of all Wert thou as stout as is proud Theseus In vaine thy blade should offer my defence For why these be the champions of the world Twelue Peeres of France that neuer yet were foild Orl: How Madam the twelue Peeres of France Why let them be twelue diuels of hell What I haue said I le pawne my sword To seale it on the shield of him that dares Malgrado of his honor combat me Oliuer Marrie sir that dare I Orl: Y ar a welcome man sir Turpin Chastise the groome Oliuer learne him know We are not like the boyes of Africa Orl: Heare you sir You that so peremptorily bad him fight Prepare your weapons for your turne is next T is not one Champion that can discourage me Come are yee ready He fighteth first with one and then with another and ouercomes them both So stand aside