书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2874章 XXXIX

Above three hundred men in that affray In little space by her dismounted lie, Alone that warlike damsel wins the day;

From her alone the Moorish people fly.

To her Rogero, circling, threads his way, And says: "Unless I speak with you I die.

Hear me, for love of heaven! -- what done I done, Alas! that ever mine approach ye shun?"