书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2811章 LVII

When she in other writing had displaid How she had freed that passage from the foe, To mournful Flordelice the martial maid, She that still held her weeping visage low, Turned her, and courteously that lady prayed To tell her whither she designed to go.

To her afflicted Flordelice replied:

"To Arles, where camp the paynims, would I ride.