书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2386章 LXXIV

"Ah! courteous lord! if e'er you loved withal, Have pity upon me who love this peer;

Let it suffice that he become thy thrall!

For if thou on this stone suspend his gear, Amid whatever spoils adorn the wall, The best and worthiest will his spoils appear."

She ended, and her prayer so well addrest, It touched, though hard to move, the paynim's breast.