书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1213章 LXXXVII

Of proof the corslet was each warrior wore, Who without this would have had worse to fear:

Sansonnet's horse was slain, and that which bore Marphisa: to himself the English peer Exclaimed, "Why wait I longer? As if more My horn could ever succour me than here.

Since the sword steads not, I will make assay If with my bugle I can clear the way."