What I have said, I'll

pawn my

sword

To seal it on the shield of him that dares,
Malgrado of his honour, combat me.
OLIVER. Marry, sir, that dare I.
ORL. Y'are a welcome man, sir.

TURPIN. Chastise the groom, Oliver, and learn him We are not like the boys of Africa.

ORL. Hear you, sir?

You that so peremptorily bade him fight,

Prepare your weapons, for your turn is next:
"Tis not one champion that can discourage me.
Come, are ye ready?

[know

[He fighteth first with one, and then with another, and overcomes them both.

So, stand aside :

And, madam, if my fortune last it out,

I'll guard your person with twelve peers of France. OGIER. O, Ogier, how can'st thou stand, and see a slave

Disgrace the house of France? sirrah, prepare you,
For angry Nemesis sits on my sword
To be reveng❜d.

ORL. Well said, Frenchman; you have made a goodly oration; but you had best to use your sword better, lest I beswinge you.

[They fight a good while, and then breathe. OGIER. Howsoe'er disguis'd in base or Indian shape, Ogier can well discern thee by thy blows,

For either thou art Orlando or the devil.

ORL. Then, to assure you that I am no devil, Here's your friend and companion, Orlando.

OGIER. And none can be more glad than Ogier is,

That he hath found his cousin in his sense.

OLIVER. Whenas I felt his blows upon my shield, My teeth did chatter, and my thoughts conceiv'd, Who might this be if not the Palatine?

TURPIN. So had I said, but that report did tell My lord was troubled with a lunacy.

ORL. So was I, lordings; but give me leave awhile, Humbly as Mars did to his paramour,

So to submit to fair Angelica.

Pardon thy lord, fair saint Angelica,
Whose love, stealing by steps into extremes,
Grew by suspicion to a causeless lunacy.

ANG. O no, my lord, but pardon my amiss,
For had not Orlando lov'd Angelica,

Ne'er had my lord fallen into these extremes,
Which we will parley private to ourselves.
Ne'er was the queen of Cyprus half so glad
As is Angelica to see her lord,

Her dear Orlando settled in his sense.
ORL. Thanks, my sweet love.

But why stands the prince of Africa,
And Mandricard, the king of Mexico,
So deep in dumps, when all rejoice beside?
First know, my lord, I slaughter'd Sacripant,
I am the man that did the slave to death,
Who frankly there did make confession,
That he engrav'd the roundelays on the trees,
And hung the schedules of poor Medor's love,
Intending by suspect to breed debate
Deeply 'twixt me and fair Angelica:
His hope had hap, but we had all the harm;
And now revenge leaping from out the seat
Of him that may command stern Nemesis,
Hath pour'd those treasons justly on his head.
What saith my gracious lord to this?

MARS. I stand amaz'd, deep over-drench'd with

To hear and see this unexpected end:
So well I rest content. Yet peers of France,

[joy,

amiss] See note † p. 50.

† ye] The 4to. of 1599 “you.”

Sith it is prov'd Angelica is clear,
Her and my crown I freely will bestow
Upon Orlando, the County Palatine.

ORL. Thanks, my good lord. And now my

friends

Frolic, be merry: we will hasten home, [of France,
So soon as King Marsilius will consent

To let his daughter wend with us to France.
Meanwhile, we'll richly rig up all our fleet,
More brave than was that gallant Grecian keel,
That brought away the Colchian fleece of gold:
Our sails of sendal* spread into the wind,
Our ropes and tacklings all of finest silk,
Fetch'd from the native looms of labouring worms,
The pride of Barbary, and the glorious wealth
That is transported by the western bounds;
Our stems cut out of gleaming ivory;

Our planks and sides fram'd out of cypress wood,
That bears the name of Cyparissus' change,
To burst the billows of the ocean sea,
Where Phoebus dips his amber tresses oft,
And kisses Thetis in the day's decline;
That Neptune proud shall call his Tritons forth
To cover all the ocean with a calm.

So rich shall be the rubbish of our barks,
Ta'en here for ballass to the ports of France,
That Charles himself shall wonder at the sight.
Thus, lordings, when our banquettings be done,
And Orlando espoused to Angelica,

We'll furrow through the moving ocean,
And cheerly frolic with great Charlemagne.

* sendal]" A kinde of Cipres stuffe or silke." Minsheu's Guide Into Tongues, 1617. "ČENDALUM, Cendatum, &c. Tela subserica, vel pannus sericus, Gallis et Hispanis, Cendal: quibusdam quasi Setal, interposito, n. ex seta, seu serico; aliis ex Græco oivdov, amictus ex lino Egyptiaco: aliis denique ex Arabico Cendali, folium delicatum, subtile: vel lamina subtilior." Du Cange, Gloss.

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