书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1774章 XC

"I would," he said, "relieve, with your good will, My king, besieged by Charlemagne's array, That the misjudging rabble, prone to ill, Might never, to my shame and scandal, say:

Rogero, in fair wind and weather, still Waited upon his sovereign, night and day, And now that Fortune to King Charles is fled, Has with that conquering lord his ensign spread.'