书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3830章 XX

At the commandment of that woman dread, Chains on his neck and hands and feet they don;

And put him in a dungeon-cell, where thread Of light was never by Apollo thrown:

He has a scanty mess of mouldy bread;

And sometimes is he left two days with none;

And one that doth the place of jailer fill Is prompter than herself to work him ill.