书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2225章 VII

"Hearest thou not? hola! I want thy steed,"

(Cried Roland) and advanced with wrathful cheer.

A solid staff and knotted, for his need, That shepherd had, wherewith he smote the peer;

Whose violence and ire all bounds exceed, Who seems withal to wax more fierce than e'er:

A cuff he levels at that rustic's head, And splits the solid bone, and lays him dead.