书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1112章 XCIII

No mouth was opened and no eyelid fell, Nor breath was drawn, amid the observant crew:

So sore intent was every one to spell Which should be conqueror of the warlike two.

Marphisa the black champion from his sell, So to o'erthrow he shall not rise anew, Levels her lance; and the black champion, bent To slay Marphisa, spurs with like intent.