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All things by thee are measured just and even; The abbot sign'd the great cross on his front,

Our power without thine aid would nought be • Then go you with God's benison and mine :'

found. Orlando, after he had scaled the mount,

I pray thee take heed of me, till I can As the abbot had directed, kept the line

At least return once more to Carloman.' Right to the usual haunt of Passamont;

XXXVII, Who, seeing him alone in this design,

And having said thus much, he went his way; Survey'd him fore and aft with eyes observant,

And Alabaster he found out below,
Then ask'd him, If he wish'd to stay as servant ?

Doing the very best that in him lay
XXXI.

To root from out a bank a rock or two.
And promised him an office of great case.

Orlando, when he reach'd him, loud 'gan say, But said Orlando, Saracen insane!

How think'st thou, glutton, such a store to I come to kill you, if it shall so please

throw? God, not to serve as footboy in your train ;

When Alabaster heard his deep voice ring,
You with his monks so oft have broke the peace He suddenly betook him to his sling,
Vile dog ! 'tis past his patience to sustain.'

XXXVIII.
The giant ran to fetch his arms, quite furious,
When he received an answer so injurious.

And hurl'd a fraginent of a size so large,

That if it had in fact fulfill'd its mission,
XXXII.

And Roland not avail'd him of his targe,
And being return'd to where Orlando stood,

There would have been no need of a physician. Who had not moved hiin from the spot, and

Orlando set himself in turn to charge, swinging

And in his bulky bosom made incision The cord, he hurl'd a stone with strength so rude,

With all his sword. The lout fell; but o'erthrown, As show'd a sample of his skill in slinging ;

he It roll'd on Count Orlando's helmet good

However by no means forgot Macone. And head, and set both head and helmet ringing,

XXXIX. So that he swoond with pain as if he died,

Morgante had a palace in his mode, But more than dead, he seem'd so stupified.

Composed of branches, logs of wood, and earth, XXXIII.

And stretch'd himself at ease in this abode, Then Passamont, who thought him slain outright,

And shut himself at night within his berth.

Orlando knock'd, and knock'd again, to goad Şaid, 'I will go, and while he lies along, Disarın me: why such craven did I fight?'

The giant from his sleep; and he came forth, But Christ his servants ne'er abandons long

The door to open, like a crazy thing, Especially Orlando, such a knight,

For a rougli dream liad shook him slumbering. As to desert would almost be a wrong.

XL. While the giant goes to put off his defences,

He thought that a fierce serpent had attack'd him; Orlando las recallid his force and senses :

And Mahomet he call' d; but Mahomet
XXXIV.

Is nothing worth, and not an instant back'd him; And loud he shouted, 'Giant, where dost go?'

But praying blessed Jesu, he was set Thou thought'st me doubtless for the bier outlaid:

At liberty from all the fears which rack'd him; To the right about-without wings thou'rt too slow

And to the gate he came with great regret

Who knocks here?" grumbling all the while, To fly my vengeance-currish renegade?

said he. 'Twas but by treachery thou laid'st me low.' The giant his astonishment betray'd,

· That,' said Orlando, 'you will quickly see: And turn'd about, and stopp'd his journey on,

XLI. And then he stoop'd to pick up a great stone.

'I come to preach to you, as to your brothers, XXXV.

Sent by the miscrable monks-repentance; Orlando had Cortana bare in hand;

For Providence divine, in you and others,

Condemns the evil done my new acquaintance. To split the head in twain was what he schemed: Cortana clave the skull like a true brand,

'Tis writ on high--your wrong must pay another's:

From heaven itself is issued out this sentence. And pagan Passamont died unredeemid, Yet harsh and haughty, as he lay he bann'd,

Know then, that colder now than a pilaster And most devoutly Macon still blasphemed ;

I left your Passamont and Alabaster.' But while his crude, rude blasphemies he heard,

XLII. Orlando thank'd the Father and the Word,

Morgante said, 'Oh, gentle cavalier !
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Now by thy God say me no villany;
Saying, 'What grace to me thou'st this day given ! The favour of your name I fain would hear,
And I to thee, O Lord! ain ever bound.

And if a Christian, speak for courtesy.'
I know my life was saved by thee from heaven, Replied Orlando, 'So much to your ear
Since by the giant I was fairly down'd.

I by my faith disclose contentedly;

Christ I adore, who is the genuine Lord,

XLIX. And, if you please, by you may be adored."

And by the way about the giants dead

Orlando with Morgante reasoned : 'Be,
XLIII.

For their decease, I pray you, comforted;
The Saracen rejoin'd in humble tone,

And, since it is God's pleasure, pardon me; 'I have had an extraordinary vision ;

A thousand wrongs unto the monks they bred, A savage serpent fell on me alone,

And our true Scripture soundeth openly, And Macon would not pity my condition ;

Good is rewarded, and chastised the ill,
Hence to thy God, who for ye did atone

Which the Lord never faileth to fulfil:
Upon the cross, preferr'd I my petition;
His timely succour set me safe and free,

L.
And I a Christian am disposed to be.'

Because his love of justice unto all

Is such, he wills his judgment should devour XLIV.

All who have sin, however great or small; Orlando answer'd, 'Baron just and pious,

But good he well remembers to restore. If this good wish your heart can really nove

Nor without justice holy could we call To the true God, you will not then deny us

Him, whom I now require you to adore. Eternal honour, you will go above,

All men must make his will their wishes sway, And, if you please, as friends we will ally us,

And quickly and spontaneously obey. And I will love you with a perfect love.

LI. Your idols are vain liars, full of fraud:

And here our doctors are of one accord, The only true God is the Christians' God.

Coming on this point to the same conclusion,

That in their thoughts who praise in heaven the XLV.

Lord The Lord descended to the virgin breast

If pity e'er was guilty of intrusion Of Mary Mother, sinless and divine;

For their unfortunate relations stored If you acknowledge the Redeemer blest,

In hell below, and damnd in great confusion, Without whom neither şun nor star can shine, Their happiness would be reduced to nought, Abjure bad Macon's false and felon test,

And thus unjust the Almighty's self be thought. Your renegado god, and worship mine, Baptize yourself with zeal, since you repent.'

LII. To which Morgante answer'd, 'I'm content."

But they in Christ have firmest hope, and all

Which seems to him, to them too must appear XLVI.

Well done; nor could it otherwise befall; And then Orlando to embrace him flew,

He never can in any purpose err. And made much of his convert, as he cried,

If sire or mother suffer endless thrall, * To the abbey I will gladly marshal you.'

They don't disturb themselves for him or her: To whom Morgante, 'Let us go,' replied ;

What pleases God to them must joy inspire ;'I to the friars have for peace to sue.'

Such is the observance of the eternal choir.' Which thing Orlando heard with inward pride,

LIII. Saying, “My brother, so devout and good,

A word unto the wise,' Morgante said, Ask the abbot pardon, as I wish you would :

• Is wont to be enough, and you shall see

How much I grieve about my brethren dead; XLVII.

And if the will of God seem good to me, 'Since God has granted your illumination,

Just, as you tell ine, 'tis in heaven obey'd Accepting you in mercy for his own,

Ashes to ashes,-merry let us be ! Humility should be your first oblation.'

I will cut off the hands from both their trunks, Morgante said, "For goodness' sake, make

And carry them unto the holy monks. known,Since that your God is to be mine-your station,

LIV. And let your name in verity be shown;

So that all persons may be sure and certain Then will I everything at your command do.'

That they are dead, and have no further fear On which the other said, he was Orlando.

To wander solitary this desert in,

And that they may perceive my spirit clear XLVIII.

By the Lord's grace, who hath withdrawn the 'Then,' quoth the giant, ! blessed be Jesu

curtain A thousand times with gratitude and praise ! Of darkness, making his bright realm appear. Oft, perfect baron ! have I heard of you

He cut his brethren's hands off at these words, Through all the different periods of my days; And left them to the savage beasts and birds. And, as I said, to be your vassal too

LV. I wish, for your great gallantry always.' Thus reasoning, they continued much to say, Then to the abbey they went on together, And onwards to the abbey went their way.

Where waited them the abbot in great doubt.

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The monks, who knew not yet the fact, ran thither,

And went out on his way unto a fountain, To their superior, all in breathless rout,

Where he was wont to drink below the mountain. Saying with tremor, Please to tell us whether

LXII. You wish to have this person in or out?'

Arrived there, a prodigious noise he hears, The abbot, looking through upon the giant,

Which suddenly along the forest spread; Too greatly fear'd, at first, to be compliant.

Whereat from out his quiver he prepares

An arrow for his bow, and lifts his head;
LVI.

And lo! a monstrous herd of swine appears,
Orlando, seeing him thus agitated,

And onward rushes with tempestuous tread, Said quickly, 'Abbot, be thou of good cheer ;

And to the fountain's brink precisely pours; He Christ believes, as Christian must be rated,

So that the giant's joind by all the boars. And hath renounced his Macon false;' which here

LXIII. Morgante with the hands corroborated,

Morgante at a venture shot an arrow, A proof of both the giants' fate quite clear:

Which pierced a pig precisely in the ear, Thence, with due thanks, the abbot God adored, And pass'd unto the other side quite thorough; Saying, “Thou hast contented me, oh Lord!'

So that the boar, defunct, lay tripp'd up near.

Another, to revenge his fellow farrow,
LVII.

Against the giant rush'd in fierce career,
He gazed; Morgante's height he calculated,

And reach'd the passage with so swift a foot,
And more than once contemplated his size; Morgante was not now in time to shoot.
And then he said, 'Oh giant celebrated !

LIV,
Know, that no more my wonder will arise,
How you could tear and Aing the trees you late did,

Perceiving that the pig was on him close,
When I behold your form with my own eyes;

He gave him such a punch upon the head,* You now a true and perfect friend will show

As floor'd him so that he no more arose, Yourself to Christ, as once you were a foe.

Smashing the very bone ; and he fell dead

Next to the other. Having seen such blows,
LVIII.

The other pigs along the valley fled; *And one of our apostles, Saul once nained,

Morgante on his neck the bucket took, Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ,

Full from the spring, which neither swerved nor Till, one day, by the Spirit being inflamed,

shook, “Why dost thou persecute me thus 9" said Christ;

LXV.
And then from his offence he was reclaim'd,
And went for ever after preaching Christ,

The ton was on one shoulder, and there were
And of the faith became a trump, whose sounding

The hogs on t'other, and he brush'd apace O'er the whole earth is echoing and rebounding.

On to the abbey, though by no means near,

Nor spilt one drop of water in his race.
LIX.

Orlando, seeing him so soon appear
So, my Morgante, you may do likewise

With the dead boars, and with that brimful vase, He who repents, thus writes the Evangelist,

Marvelld to see his strength so very great;Occasions more rejoicing in the skies

So did the abbot, and set wide the gate,
Than ninety-nine of the celestial list.

LXVI.
You may be sure, should each desire arise
With just zeal for the Lord, that you'll exist

The monks, who saw the water fresh and good, Among the happy saints for evermore;

Rejoiced, but much more to perceive the pork; But you were lost and damnd to hell before ! All animals are glad at sight of food:

They lay their breviaries to sleep, and work
LX.

With greedy pleasure, and in such a mood,
And thus great honour to Morgante paid

That the flesh needs no salt beneath their fork. The abbot: many days they did repose.

Of rankness and of rot there is no fear,
One day, as with Orlando they buth stray'd, For all the fasts are now left in arrear.
And saunter'd here and there, where'er they chose,

LXVII.
The abbot show'd a chamber, where array'd
Much armour was, and hung up certain bows;

As though they wish'd to burst at once, they ate; And one of these Morgante for a whira

And gorged so that, as if the bones had been Girt on, though useless, he believ'd, to him.

In water, sorely grieved the dog and cat,

Perceiving that they all were pick'd too clean. LXI.

"Gli dette in su la testa un gran punzone. It is There being a want of water in the place,

strange that Pulci should have literally anticipated Orlando, like a worthy brother, said,

the technical terms of my old friend and master, Morgante, I could wish you in this case

Jackson, and the art which he has carried to its To go for water,' 'You shall be obey'd

highest pitch. A punch on the head,' or 'a puno in all commands,' was the reply, 'straightways.'

in the head,'-'un punzone in su la testa. -is the

exact and frequent phrase of our best pugilists, who Upon his shoulder a great tub he laid,

little dream that they are talking the purest Tuscan

The abbot, who to all clid honour great,

LXXIV.
A few days after this convivial scene,

Morgante was like any mountain framed;
Gave to Morgante a fine horse, well train'd,

So if he did this 'tis no prodigy ; Which he long time had for himself maintain d.

But secretly himself Orlando blamed,

Because he was one of his family ;
LXVIII.

And fearing that he might be hurt or maim'd, The horse Morgante to a meadow led,

Once more he bade him lay his burden by : To gallop, and to put him to the proof,

Put down, nor bear him further the desert in.' Thinking that he a back of iron had,

Morgante said, I'll carry him for certain.'
Or to skim eggs unbroke was light enough ;
But the horse, sinking with the pain, fell dead,

LXXV.
And burst, while cold on earth lay head and hoof. He did ; and stow':1 him in some nook away,
Morgante said, 'Get up, thou sulky cur!'

And to the abbey they return'd with speed, And still continued pricking with the spur

Orlando said, Why longer do we stay?

Morgante, here is nought to do indeed.
LXIX.

The abbot by the hand he took one day,
But finally he thought fit to dismount,

And said, with great respect, he had agreedt And said, 'I am as light as any feather,

To leave his reverence; but for this decision And he has burst ;-to this what say you, Count?' He wish'd to have his pardon and permission. Orlando answer'd, Like a ship's mast rather

LXXVI.
You seem to me, and with the truck for front :
Let him go! Fortune wills that we together

The honours they continued to receive
Should march, but you on foot Morgante still.'

Perhaps exceeded what his merits claim id : To which the giant answer’d, 'So I will.

He said, I mean, and quickly, to retrieve

The lost days of time past, which may be blam'd; LXX.

Some days ago I should have ask'd your leave, When there shall be occasion, you will see

Kind father, but I really was ashamed, How I approve my courage in the fight.'

And know not how to show my sentiment, Orlando said, “I really think you 'll be,

So much I see you with our stay content.
If it should prove God's will, a goodly knight;

LXXVII.
Nor will you napping there discover me.
But never mind your horse, though out of sight

But in my heart I bear through every clime 'Twere best to carry him into some wood,

The abbot, abbey, and this solitudeIf but the means or way I understood.'

So much I love you in so short a time;

For me, from heaven reward you with all good LXXI.

The God so true, the eternal Lord sublime ! The giant said, "Then carry him I will,

Whose kingdom at the last hath open stood.

Meantime we stand expectant of your blessing, Since that to carry me he was so slackTo render, as the gods do, good for ill;

And recommend us to your prayers with pressing.' But lend a hand to place him on my back.'

LXXVIII. Orlando answer'd, If my counsel still

Now when the abbot Count Orlando heard, May weigh, Morgante, do not undertake

His heart grew soft with inner tenderness, To lift or carry this dead courser, who,

Such fervour in his bosom bred each word; As you have done to him, will do to you.

And, Cavalier,' he said, if I have less

Courteous and kind to your great worth appear'd, LXXII.

Than fits me for such gentle blood to express, 'Take care he don't revenge himself, though dead, I know I have done too little in this case; As Nessus did of old beyond all cure.

But blame our ignorance, and this poor place. I don't know if the fact you've heard or read; But he will make you burst, you may be sure.'

LXXIX. But help him on my back,' Morgante said,

We can indeed but honour you with masses, . And you shall see what weight I can endure. And sermons, thanksgivings, and pater-nosters, In place, my gentle Roland, of this palfrey,

Hot suppers, dinners (fitting other places With all the bells, I'd carry yonder belfry.'

In verity much rather than the cloisters);

But such a love for you my heart embraces,
LXXII.

For thousand virtues which your bosom fosters, The abbot said, “The steeple may do well,

That wheresoe'er you go I too shall be,
But, for the bells, you've broken them, I wot. And, on the other part, you rest with me.
Morgante answer'd, 'Let them pay in hell
The penalty who lie dead in yon grot;'

LXXX.
And hoisting up the horse from where he fell, 'This may involve a seeming contradiction ;
He said, “Now look if I the gout have got,

But you I know are sage, and feel, and taste. Orlando, in the legs-or if I have force ;

And understand my speech, with full conviction And then he made two gambols with the horse. For your just pious deeds may you be graced

With the Lord's great reward and benediction, The gift would be acceptable to me.'
By whom you were directed to this waste:

The abbot said to him, 'Come in and see.
To his high inercy is our freedoin due,

LXXXIV.
For which we render thanks to him and you.

And in a certain closet, where the wall
LXXXI.

Was cover'd with old armour like a crust,
You saved at once our life and soul : such fear The abbot said to them, 'I give you all.'
The giants caused us, that the way was lost

Morgante rummaged piecemeal from the dust By which we could pursue a fit career

The whole, which, save one cuirass, was too small, In search of Jesus and the saintly host;

And that too had the mail inlaid with rust. And your departure breeds such sorrow here, They wonder'd how it fitted him exactly, That comfortless we all are to our cost;

Which ne'er has suited others so compactly. But months and years you would not stay in sloth,

LXXXV. Nor are you form'd to wear our sober cloth,

'Twas an im urable giant's, whi LXXXII.

By the great Milo of Agrante fell
But to bear arms, and wield the lance; indeed, Before the abbey many years ago.

With these as much is done as with this cowl; The story on the wall was figured well;
In proof of which the Scriptures you may read. In the last moment of the abbey's foe,
This giant up to heaven may bear his soul

Who long had waged a war implacable:
By your compassion : now in peace proceed.

Precisely as the war occurr'd they drew him, Your state and name I seek not to unroll;

And there was Milo as he overthrew him, But, if I'm ask'd, this answer shall be given,

LXXXVI.
That here an angel was sent down from heaven.

Seeing this history, Count Orlando said
LXXXIII.

In his heart, Oh God, who in the sky
If you want armour or aught else, go in,

Know'st all things ! how was Milo hither led? Look o'er the wardrobe, and take what you choose, Who caused the giant in this place to die? And cover with it o'er this giant's skin.'

And certain letters, weeping, then he read, Orlando answer'd, If there shouki lie loose

So that he could not keep his visage dry,Some armour, ere our journey we begin,

As I will tell in the ensuing story. Which might be turn'd to my companion's use, From evil keep you the high King of glory!

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