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Lay wounded, and was here supremely blest. Orlando here, with other food unfed, Having supt full of sorrow, sought his bed. * * * * * Little availed the count his self-deceit; For there was one who spake of it unsought: The shepherd-swain, who to allay the heat With which he saw his guest so troubled, thought The tale which he was wonted to repeat-- Of the two lovers--to each listener taught; A history which many loved to hear, He now, without reserve, 'gan tell the peer. "How at Angelica's persuasive prayer, He to his farm had carried young Medore, Grievously wounded with an arrow; where In little space she healed the angry sore. But while she exercised this pious care, Love in her heart the lady wounded more, And kindled from small spark so fierce a fire, She burnt all over, restless with desire; "Nor thinking she of mightiest king was born, Who ruled in the East, nor of her heritage, Forced by too puissant love, had thought no scorn To be the consort of a poor foot-page." His story done, to them in proof was borne The gem, which, in reward for harborage, To her extended in that kind abode, Angelica, at parting, had bestowed. * * * * * In him, forthwith, such deadly hatred breed That bed, that house, that swain, he will not stay Till the morn break, or till the dawn succeed, Whose twilight goes before approaching day. In haste, Orlando takes his arms and steed, And to the deepest greenwood wends his way. And when assured that he is there alone, Gives utterance to his grief in shriek and groan. Never from tears, never from sorrowing, He paused; nor found he peace by night or day; He fled from town, in forest harboring, And in the open air on hard earth lay. He marveled at himself, how such a spring Of water from his eyes could stream away, And breath was for so many sobs supplied; And thus oft-times, amid his mourning, cried:-- * * * * * "I am not--am not what I seem to sight: What Roland was, is dead and under ground, Slain by that most ungrateful lady's spite, Whose faithlessness inflicted such a wound. Divided from the fle
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