书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第259章 LXIII

Angelica thus, viewless and alone, Speeds on her journey, but with troubled front;

Grieved for the helmet, in her haste foregone On her departure from the grassy fount.

"Choosing to do what I should least have done,"

(She said) "I took his helmet from the count.

This for his first desert I well bestow;

A worthy recompense for all I owe!