书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第417章 XLIV

Great is the Tartar monarch's daring, those At such a disadvantage to assay, He pricks, with levelled lance, among his foes, Shouting, in fury, -- "Who shall bar my way?"-- Round and about him suddenly they close;

These draw the faulchion, and those others lay The spear in rest: a multitude he slew, Before his lance was broke upon the crew.