书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3907章 XCVII

"Rogero mine, ah! wonder gone" (she cried)

"Art thou; and canst thou so far distant be, Thou heardest not this royal edict cried, A thing concealed from none, expecting thee?

Faster than thee would none have hither hied, I wot, hadst thou known this; ah! wretched me!

How can I e'er in future think of aught, Saving the worst that can by me be thought?