书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第331章 XLI

He after drags them bound without the cave, Where an old service-tree its shadow throws.

Orlando lops the branches with his glaive, And hangs the thieves, a banquet for the crows:

Nor chain and crook for such a deed did crave:

For ready hooks the tree itself bestows, To purge the world; where by the chin up-hung, These, on the branches, bold Orlando strung.