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XXI. "If thou rememberest being in Gascony, The monks could pass the convent gate no more,

When there advanced the nations out of Spain, Nor leave their cells for water or for wood;
The Christain cause had suffer'd shamefully, Orlando knock'd, but none would ope, before
Had not his valor driven them back again.

Unto the prior it at length seem'd good;
Best speak the truth when there's a reason why : Enter'd, he said that he was taught to adore

Know then, oh emperor! that all complaint: Him who was born of Mary's holiest blood, As for myself, I shall repass the mounts

And was baptized a Christian ; and then show'd O’er which I cross'd with two and sixty counts. How to the abbey he had found his road. XV.

XXII. « 'Tis fit thy grandeur should dispense relief, Said the abbot, “ You are welcome ; what is mine

So that each here may have his proper part, We give you freely, since that you believe
For the whole court is more or less in grief : With us in Mary Mother's Son divine ;

Perhaps thou deem'st this lad a Mars in heart?" And that you may not, cavalier, conceive
Orlando one day heard this speech in brief, The cause of our delay to let you in
As by himself it chanced he sate apart:

To be rusticity, you shall receive
Displeased he was with Gan because he said it, The reason why our gate was barr'd to you:
But much more still that Charles should give him Thus those who in suspicion live must do.

And with the sword he would have murder'd Gan, “When hither to inhabit first we came
But Oliver thrust in between the pair,

These mountains, albeit that they are obscure, And from his hand extracted Durlindan,

As you perceive, yet without fear or blame And thus at length they separated were.

They seem'd to promise an asylum sure : Orlando, angry too with Carloman,

From savage brutes alone, too fierce to tame, Wanted but little to have slain him there;

'Twas fit our quiet dwelling to secure; Then forth alone from Paris went the chief, But now, if here we'd stay, we needs must guard And burst and madden'd with disdain and grief. Against domestic beasts with watch and ward. XVII.

XXIV. From Ermellina, consort of the Dane,

“ These make us stand, in fact, upon the watch; He took Cortana, and then took Rondell,

For late there have appear'd three giants rough; And on towards Brara prick'd him o'er the plain ; What nation or what kingdom bore the batch And when she saw him coming, Aldabelle

I know not, but they are all of savage stuff; Stretch'd forth her arms to clasp her lord again. When force and malice with some genius match, Orlando, in whose brain all was not well,

You know, they can do all-we are not enough: As “Welcome, my Orlando, home,” she said, And these so much our orisons derange, Raised up his sword to smite her on the head. I know not what to do, till matters change. XVIII.

XXV. Like him a fury counsels; his revenge

“Our ancient fathers living the desert in, On Gan in that rash act he seem'd to take,

For just and holy works were duly fed ; Which Aldabelle thought extremely strange; Think not they lived on locusts sole, 'tis certain But soon Orlando found himself awake;

That manna was rain'd down from heaven instead; And his spouse took his bridle on this change, But here 'tis fit we keep on the alert in [bread,

And he dismounted from his horse, and spake Our bounds, or taste the stones shower'd down for
Of every thing which pass'd without demur, From off yon mountain daily raining faster,
And then reposed himself some days with her. And flung by Passamont and Alabaster.


XXVI. Then full of wrath departed from the place, “The third, Morgante, 's savagest by far; he As far as pagan countries roam'd astray;

Plucks up pines, beeches, poplar-trees, and oaks, And while he rode, yet still at every pace

And flings them, our community to bury; The traitor Gan remember'd by the way;

And all that I can do but more provokes." And wandering on in error a long space,

While thus they parley in the cemetery, An abbey which in a lone desert lay,

A stone from one of their gigantic strokes, Mid glens obscure, and distant lands he found, Which nearly crush'd Rondell, came tumbling over, Which form'd the Christian's and the pagan's bound. So that he took a long leap under cover. XX.

XXVII. The abbot was callid Clermont, and by blood “For God sake, cavalier, come in with speed; Descended from Anglante ; under cover

The manna's falling now," the abbot cried.
Of a great mountain's brow the abbey stood, "This fellow does not wish my horse should feed,

But certain savage giants look'd him over ; Dear abbot,” Roland unto him replied.
One Passamont was foremost of the brood, "Of restiveness he'd cure him had he need;
And Alabaster and Morgante hover

That stone seems with good will and aim applied."
Becond and third, with certain slings, and throw The holy father said, “I don't deceive:
In daily jeopardy the place below.

| They'll one day fling the mountain, I believe"



XXXV. Orlando bade them take care of Rondello, Orlando had Cortana bare in hand, And also made a breakfast of his own;

To split the head in twain was what he schemed:“ Abbot,” he said, “I want to find that fellow Cortana clave the skull like a true brand,

Who flung at my good horse yon corner-stone. And pagan Passamont died unredeem'd. Said the abbot, “Let not my advice seem shallow; Yet harsh and haughty, as he lay he bann'd, As to a brother dear I speak alone;

And most devoutly Macon still blasphemed ; I would dissuade you, baron, from this strife, Yet while his crude, rude blasphemies he heard, As knowing sure that you will lose your life. Orlando thank'd the Father and the Word, XXIX.

XXXVI. • That Passamont has in his hand three darts Saying, “What grace to me thou'st given' Such slings, clubs, ballast-stones, that yield you And I to thee, oh Lord! am ever bound. must;

I know my life was saved by thee from heaven You know that giants have much stouter hearts Since by thy giant I was fairly down'd.

Than us, with reason, in proportion just; All things by thee are measured just and even; If go you will, guard well against their arts,

Our power without thine aid would nought bo
For these are very barbarous and robust.” I pray thee take heed of me, till I can (found.
Orlando answer'd, “ This I'll see, be sure, At least return once more to Carloman."
And walk the wild on foot to be secure.”


And having said thus much, he went his way; The abbot sign'd the great cross on his front, And Alabaster he found out below,

“Then go you with God's benison and mine:" Doing the very best that in him lay Orlando, after he had scaled the mount,

To root from out a bank a rock or two. As the abbot had directed, kept the line Orlando, when he reach'd him, loud 'gan say, Right to the usual haunt of Passamont;

“ How think'st thou, glutton, such a stone to Who, seeing him alone in this design,

Survey'd him fore and aft with eyes observant, When Alabaster heard his deep voice ring,
Then ask'd him, “If he wish'd to stay as servant?" He suddenly betook him to his sling,

And promised him an office of great ease. And hurl'd a fragment of a size so large,
But, said Orlando, “Saracen insane!

That if it had in fact fulfill'd its mission,
I come to kill you, if it shall so please

And Roland not avail'd him of his targe, God, not to serve as footboy in your train; There would have been no need of a physician. You with his monks so oft have broke the peace- Orlando set himself in turn to charge,

Vile dog! 'tis past his patience to sustain." And in his bulky bosom made incision
The giant ran to fetch his arms, quite furious, With all his sword. The lout fell, but, o'erthrown, ho
When he received an answer so injurious.

However by no means forgot Macone.

And being returned to where Orlando stood, [ing Morgante had a palace in his mode,

Who had not mov'd him from the spot, and swing- Composed of branches, logs of wood, and earth, The cord, he hurld a stone with strength so rude, And stretch'd himself at ease on this abode,

As show'd a sample of his skill in slinging; And shut himself at night within his berth. It rollid on Count Orlando's helmet good Orlando knock'd, and knock'd again, to goad

And head, and set both head and helmet ringing, The giant from his sleep; and he came forth, So that he swoon'd with pain as if he died, The door to open, like a crazy thing, But more than dead, he seemed so stupified. For a rough dream had shook him slumbering. XXXIII.

XL. Then Passamont, who thought him slain outright, He thought that a fierce serpent had attack'd him, Said, “I will go, and while he lies along,

And Mahomet he call'd; but Mahomet Disarm me: why such craven did I fight?” Is nothing worth, and not an instant back'd him;

But Christ his servants ne'er abandons long, But praying blessed Jesu, he was set Especially Orlando, such a knight,

At liberty from all the fears which rack'd him; As to desert would almost be a wrong.

And to the gate he came with great regret [he. While the giant goes to put off his defences, "Who knocks here?” grumbling all the while, said Orlando has recall'd his force and senses:

"That,” said Orlando, "you will quickly see. XXXIV.

XLI. And loud he shouted, “Giant, where dost go? “I come to preach to you, as o your brothers,

Thou thought'st me doubtless for the bier outlaid;/ Sent by the miserable monks-repentance; To the right about-without wings thou'rt too slow For Providence divine, in you and others, To fly my vengeance-currish renegade !

Condemns the evil done by new acquaintance. 'Twas but by treachery thou laid'st me low." 'Tis writ on high-your wrong must pay another's The giant his astonishment betray'd,

From heaven itself is issued out this sentence. And turn'd about, and stopp'd his journey on, Know then, that colder now than a pilaster And then he stoop'd to pick up a great stone. 'I left your Passamont and Alabaster."

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XLIX. Mas ante said, “Oh, gentle cavalier !

And by the way about the giants dead Now by thy God say me no villany;

Orlando with Morgante reason'd: “Be, Che favor of your name I fain would bear, For their decease, I pray you, comforted; And if a Christian, speak for courtesy."

And, since it is God's pleasure, pardon me. Replied Orlando, “So much to your ear

A thousand wrongs unto the monks they bred I by my faith disclose contentedly;

And our true Scripture soundeth openly, Christ I adore, who is the genuine Lord,

Good is rewarded, and chastised the ill, And, if you please, by you may be adored." Which the Lord never faileth to fulfil: XLIII.

L. Che Saracen rejoin'd in humble tone,

“ Because his love of justice unto all “I have had an extraordinary vision ;

Is such, he wills his judgment should devou A savage serpent fell on me alone,

All who have sin, however great or small; And Macon would not pity my condition ; But good he well remembers to restore. Hence to thy God, who for ye did atone

Nor without justice holy could we call Upon the cross, preferr'd I my petition;

Him, whom I now require you to adore. His timely succor set me safe and free,

All men must make his will their wishes sway, And I a Christian am disposed to be."

And quickly and spontaneously obey.

Urlando answer'd, “Baron just and pious, " And here our doctors are of one accord

If this good wish your heart can really move Coming on this point to the same conclusion,-
To the true God, who will not then deny us That in their thoughts who praise in heaven the Lord
Eternal honor, you will go above,

If pity e'er was guilty of intrusion And, if you please, as friends we will ally us, For their unfortunate relations stored And I will love you with a perfect love.

In hell below, and damn'd in great confusion, ** Your idols are vain liars, full of fraud;

Their happiness would be reduced to nought, The only true God is the Christian's God. And thus unjust the Almighty's self be thought. XLV.

LII. "The Lord descended to the virgin breast “But they in Christ have firmest hope, and all Of Mary Mother, sinless and divine;

Which seems to him, to them too must appear If you acknowledge the Redeemer blest,

Well done; nor could it otherwise befall:
Without whom neither sun nor star can shine, He never can in any purpose err.
Abjure bad Macon's false and felon test,

If sire or mother suffer endless thrall,
Your renegado god, and worship mine,-

They don't disturb themselves for him or her; Baptize yourself with zeal, since you repent." What pleases God to them must joy inspire;To which Morgante answer'd, “I'm content.” Such is the observance of the eternal choir.” XLVI.

LIII. And then Orlando to embrace him flew,

" A word unto the wise," Morgante said, And made much of his convert, as he cried, “Is wont to be enough, and you shall see "To the abbey I will gladly marshal you." How mnch I grieve about my brethren dead;

To whom Morgante, “Let us go," replied ; And if the will of God seem good to me, "I to the friars have for peace to sue."

Just, as you tell me, 'tis in heaven obey'd Which thing Orlando heard with inward pride, Ashes to ashes-merry let us be ! Saying, “My brother, so devout and good, I will cut off the hands from both their trunks, Ask the Abbot pardon, as I wish you would: And carry them unto the holy monks. XLVII.

LIV. "Since God has granted your illumination, “So that all persons may be sure and certain Accepting you in mercy for his own,

That they are dead, and have no further fear Humility should be your first oblation.” [known-To wander solitary this desert in,

Morgante said, “For goodness' sake, make And that they may perceive my spirit clear
Since that your God is to be mine-your station, By the Lord's grace, who hath withdrawn the curtain
And let your name in verity be shown;

Of darkness, making his bright realm appear." Then will I every thing at your command do. He cut his brethren's hands off at these words, On which the other said, he was Orlando.

And left them to the savage beasts and birds. XLVIII.

LY. “Then,” quoth the giant, “ blessed be Jesu Then to the abbey they went on together,

A thousand times with gratitude and praise ! Where waited them the abbot in great doubt. Oft, perfect baron! have I heard of you

The monks who knew not yet the fact, ran thithe Through all the different periods of my days: To their superior, all in breathless rout, And, as I said, to be your vassal too

Saying with tremor, “Please to tell us whether I wish, for your great gallantry always."

You wish to have this person in or out?" Thus reasoning, they continued much to say, The abbot, looking through upon the giant, And onwards to the abbey went their way. Too greatly fear'd, at first, to be compliant


LXIII. Oriando, seeing him thus agitated,

Morgante at a venture shot an arrow, Said quickly, “Abbot, be thou of good cheer; Which pierced a pig precisely in the ear, He Christ believes, as Christian must be rated, And pass'd unto the other side quite thorough;

And hath renounced his Macon false;" which here So that the boar, defunct, lay tripp'd up near. Morgante with the hands corroborated,

Another, to revenge his fellow farrow,
A proof of both the giants' fate quite clear Against the giant rush'd in fierce career,
Thence, with due thanks, the abbot God adored, And reach'd the passage with so swift a foot,
Baying, “Thou hast contented me, oh Lord!” Morgante was not now. in time to shoot.

He gazed ; Morgante's height he calculated,
And more than once contemplated his size;

Perceiving that the pig was on him close,
And then he said, “Oh giant celebrated !

He gave him such a punch upon the head Know that no more my wonder will arise,

As floor'd him so that he no more arose, How could you tear and fling the trees you late did,

Smashing the very bone; and he fell dead When I behold your form with my own eyes,

Next to the other. Haring seen such blows, You now a true and perfect friend will show

The other pigs along the valley fled; Yourself to Christ, as once you were a foe.

Morgante on his neck the bucket took

Full from the spring, which neither swerved not LVIII.

shook. “ And one of our apostles, Saul once named,

LXV. Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ,

The ton was on one shoulder, and there were
Till one day, by the Spirit being inflamed,
"Why dost thou persecute me thus!' said Christ; on to the abbey, though by no means near,

The hogs on t'other, and he brush'd apace
And then from his offence he was reclaim’d,
And went for ever after preaching Christ,

Nor spilt one drop of water in his race.

Orlando, seeing him so soon appear And of the faith became a trump, whose sounding

With the dead boars, and with that brimful vase, O'er the whole earth is echoing and rebounding.

Marvell’d to see his strength so very great;

So did the abbot, and set wide the gate.
“So, my Morgante, you may do likewise ;
He who repents—thus writes the Evangelist,

LXVI. Occasions more rejoicing in the skies

The monks, who saw the water fresh and good, Than ninety-nine of the celestial list.

Rejoiced, but much more to perceive the pork ;You may be sure, should each desire arise

All animals are glad at sight of food : With just zeal for the Lord, that you'll exist

They lay their breviaries to sleep, and work Among the happy saints for evermore;

With greedy pleasure, and in such a mood, But you were lost and damn'd to hell before !”

That the flesh needs no salt beneath their fork.

Of rankness and of rot there is no fear,

For all the fasts are now left in arrear.
And thus great honor to Morgante paid
The abbot: many days they did repose.

One day, as with Orlando they both stray'd,

And saunter'd here and there, where'er they chose, As though they wish'd to burst at once, they ate; The abbot show'd a chamber, where array'd

And gorged so that, as if the bones had been Much armor was, and hung up certain bows ; In water, sorely grieved the dog and cat, And one of these Morgante for a whim

Perceiving that they all were pick'd too clean. Girt on, though useless, he believed to him. The abbot, who to all did honor great,

A few days after this convivial scene,

Gave to Morgante a fine horse, well train'd,
There being a want of water in the place,

Which he long time had for himself maintain'd. Orlando, like a worthy brother, said, “Morgante, I could wish you in this case

To go for water.” “You shall be obey'd,
In all commands," was the reply, “straightways.” The horse Morgante to a meadow led,
Upon his shoulder a great tub he laid,

To gallop, and to put him to the proof,
And went out on his way unto a fountain,

Thinking that he a back of iron had, Where he was wont to drink below the mountain.

Or to skim eggs unbroke was light enough;

But the horse, sinking with the pain, fell dead, LXII.

And burst, while cold on earth lay head and hool,
Arrived there, a prodigious noise he hears, Morgante said, “Get up, thou sulky cur !”
Which suddenly along the forest spread;

And still continued pricking with the spur.
Whereat from out his quiver he prepares
An arrow for his bow, and lifts his head;

• "Ga dette in su la testa un gran painzone.

." It is strange that Puld And lo! a monstrous herd of swine appears, should have literally anticipated the technical terms of my old friend and met

And onward rushes with tempestuous tread, ber, Jackson, and the art which he has carried to its highest pitch.“ A pusch And to the fountain's brink precisely pours;

on the head," or "a punch in the head,"_" un punzone in na la sexta,"

the exact and frequent phruse of our best pogilists, who little dream dat het So that the giant's join'd by all the boars.

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LXXVI. But finally he thought fit to dismount,

The honors they continued to receive And said, “I am as light as any feather,

Perhaps exceeded what his merits claim'd And he has burst ;-to this what say you, count?" He said, “I mean, and quickly, to retrieve

Orlando answer'd, “Like a ship's mast rather The lost days of time past, which may be blamed You seem to me, and with the truck for front:- Some days ago I should have ask'd your leave,

Let him go; Fortune wills that we together Kind father, but I really was ashamed, Should march, but you on foot Morgante still." And know not how to show my sentiment, To which the giant answer'd, “So I will. So much I see you with our stay content. LXX.

LXXVII. " When there shall be occasion, you will see “ But in my heart I bear through every clime How I approre my courage in the fight.”

The abbot, abbey, and this solitude Orlando said, “ I really think you'll be,

So much I love you in so short a time; If it should prove God's will, a goodly knight; For me, from heaven reward you with all good Nor will you napping there discover me.

The God so true, the eternal Lord sublime ! Rut never mind your horse, though out of sight Whose kingdom at the last hath open stood. "Twere best to carry him into some wood,

Meantime we stand expectant of your blessing, If but the means or way I understood.”

And recommend us to your prayers with pressing." LXXI.

LXXVIII. The giant said, “Then carry him I will,

Now when the abbot Count Orlando heard, Since that to carry me he was so slack

His heart grew soft with inner tenderness lo render, as the gods do, good for ill;

Such favor in his bosom bred each word ; But lend a hand to place him on my back." And “Cavalier," he said, “ if I have less Orlando answer'd, “ If my counsel still

Courteous and kind to your great worth appear'd, May weigh, Morgante, do not undertake

Than fits me for such gentle blood to express. To lift or carry this dead courser, who,

I know I've done too little in this case; As you have done to him, will do to you. But blame our ignorance, and this poor place. LXXII.

LXXIX. "Take care he don't revenge himself, though dead, “ We can indeed but honor you with masses, As Nessus did of old beyond all cure.

And sermons, thanksgivings, and pater-nosters, I don't know if the fact you've heard or read; Hot suppers, dinners, (fitting other places

But he will make you burst, you may be sure." In verity much rather than the cloisters;)
" But help him on my back,” Morgante said, But such a love for you my heart embraces,

" And you shall see what weight I can endure. For thousand virtues which your bosom fosters,
In place, my gentle Roland, of this palfrey, That wheresoe'er you go I too shall be,
With all the bells, I'd carry yonder belfry." And, on the other part, you rest with me.

The abbot said, “The steeple may do well, “ This may involve a seeming contradiction ;

But, for the bells you've broken them, I wot." But you I know are sage, and feel, and taste,
Morgante answer'd, “ Let them pay in hell And understand my speech with full conviction,
The penalty who lie dead in yon grot;'

For your just pious deeds may you be graced And hoisting up the horse from where he fell, With the Lord's great reward and benediction,

He said, "Now look if I the gout have got, By whom you were directed to this waste:
Orlando, in the legs-or if I have force;"- To his high mercy is our freedom due,
And then he made two gambols with the horse. For which we render thanks to him and you.

Morgante was like any mountain framed;

" You saved at once our life and soul: such fear So if he did this, 'tis no prodigy;

The giants caused us, that the way was lost But secretly himself Orlando blamed,

By which we could pursue a fit career Because he was one of his family;

In search of Jesus and the saintly host; And fearing that he might be hurt or maim'd, And your departure breeds such sorrow here, Once more he bade him lay his burden by:

That comfortless we all are to our cost: "Put down, nor bear him further the desert in." But months and years you could not stay in sloth. Morgante said, “I'll carry him for certain." Nor are you form'd to wear our sober cloth: LXXV.

LXXXII. He did; and stow'd him in some nook away, “ But to bear arms, and wield the lance; indeed.

And to the abbey then return'd with speed. With these as much is done as with this cowl: Orlando said, “Why longer do we stay?

In proof of which the Scripture you may read. Morgante, here is nought to do indeed.”

This giant up to heaven may bear his soul The abbot by the hand he took one day,

By your compassion : now in peace proceed. And said, with great respect, he had agreed Your state and name I seek not to unroll; To leave his reverence; but for this decision But, if I'm ask'd, this answer shall be given, He wish'd to have his pardon and permission. That here an angel was sent down from heaven.

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