书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第277章 LXXXI

His ceaseless strokes scarce one the other wait:

Speedily all his foemen are in flight.

And when before they came at furious rate, They hoped to swallow quick the single knight.

None is there who, in that unhappy straight, Stops for his comrade, flying from the fight.

Here one man speeds afoot, one gallops there;

None stays to question if the road be fair.