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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02125	The historie of Orlando Furioso, one of the twelue pieres of France As it was plaid before the Queenes Maiestie.; History of Orlando Furioso	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.; Ariosto, Lodovico, 1474-1533. Orlando furioso.	1594 (1594)	STC 12265; ESTC S105966	23,360	62

hard or intricate As be the bands which louely Venus ties Sweete is my loue and for I loue my Lord Seek not vnlesse as Alexander did To cut the plough-swaines traces with thy sword Or slice the slender fillets of my life Or else my Lord Orlando must be mine Sac: Stand I on loue Stoop I to Venus lure That neuer yet did feare the God of warre Shall men report that Countie Sacrepant Held louers paines for pining passions Shall such a Syren offer me more wrong Than they did to the Prince of Ithaca No as he his cares so Countie stop thine eye Goe to your needle Ladie and your clouts Goe to such milk-sops as are fit for loue I will imploy my busie braines for warre Ang: Let not my Lords deniall breed offence Loue doth allow her fauors but to one Nor can there sit within the sacred shrine Of Venus more than one installed hart Orlando is the Gentleman I loue And more than he may not inioy my loue Sac: Damsell be gone fancie hath taken leaue Where I tooke hurt there haue I heald my selfe As those that with Achilles lance were wounded Fetcht helpe at selfe same pointed speare Beautie gan braue and beautie hath repulse And Beautie get ye gone to your Orlando Exit Angelica Man My Lord hath loue amated him whose thoughts Haue euer been heroycall and braue Stand you in dumpes like to the Mirmydon Trapt in the tresses of Polixena Who amid the glorie of his chiualrie Sat daunted with a maid of Asia Sac: Thinkst thou my thoghts are lunacies of loue No they are brands fierd in Plutoes forge Where sits Tsiphone tempring in flames Those torches that doo set on fire Reuenge I lovd the Dame but bravd by her repulse Hate calls me on to quittance all my ills Which first must come by offring preiudice Vnto Orlando her beloued Loue Man: O how may that be brought to passe my Lord Sacr: Thus Thou seest that Medor Angelica Are still so secret in their priuate walkes As that they trace the shadie lawndes And thickest shadowed groues Which well may breed suspition of some loue Now than the French no Nation vnder heauen Is sooner tutcht with stings of iealozie Man And what of that my Lord Sac: Hard by for solace in a secret Groue The Countie once a day failes not to walke There solemnly he ruminates his loue Vpon those shrubs that compasse in the spring And on those trees that border in those walkes I le slily haue engravn on everie barke The names of Medor and Angelica Hard by I le haue some roundelayes hung vp Wherein shal be some posies of their loues Fraughted so full of fierie passions As that the Countie shall perceiue by proofe Medor hath won his faire Angelica Man Is this all my Lord Sacr: No For thou like to a shepheard shalt bee Cloathd With staffe and bottle like some countrey swaine That tends his flockes feeding vpon these downes There see thou buzze into the Counties eates That thou hast often seene within these woods Base Medor sporting with Angelica And when he heares a shepheards simple tale He will not thinke t is faind Then either a madding mood will end his loue Or worse betyde him through fond iealozie Man Excellent My Lord see how I will playe the Shepheard Sac: And marke thou how I play the caruer Therefore be gone and make the readie straight Exit his man Sacrepant hangs vp the Roundelayes on the trees and then goes out and his man enters like a shepheard Shep: Thus all alone and like a shepheards swain As Paris when Oenon lovd him well Forgat he was the sonne of Priamus All clad in gray sate piping on a reed So I transformed to this Country shape Haunting these groues to worke my masters will To plague the Palatine with iealozie And to conceipt him with some deepe extreame Here comes the man vnto his wonted walke Enter Orlando and his Page Orgalio Orl: Orgalio goe see a Centernell be placde And bid the souldiers keep a Court of gard So to hold watch till secret here alone I meditate vpon the thoughts of loue Org: I will my Lord Exit Orgalio Orl: Faire Queene of loue thou mistres of delight Thou gladsome lamp that waitst on Phoebes traine Spredding thy kindnes through the iarring Orbes That in their vnion praise thy lasting powres Thou that hast staid the fierie Phlegons course And madest the Coach-man of the glorious waine To droop in view of Daphnes excellence Faire pride of morne sweete beautie of the Eeuen Looke on Orlando languishing in loue Sweete solitarie groues whereas the Nymphes With pleasance laugh to see the Satyres play Witnes Orlandos faith vnto his loue Tread she these lawnds kinde Flora boast thy pride Seeke she for shades spread Cedars for her sake Faire Flora make her couch amidst thy flowres Sweet Christall springs wash ye with roses When she longs to drinke Ah thought my heauen Ah heauen that knowes my thought Smile ioy in her that my content hath wrought Shep: The heauen of loue is but a pleasant hell Where none but foolish wife imprisned dwell Orl: Orlando what contrarious thoghts be these That flocke with doubtfull motions in thy minde Heavn smiles trees do boast their summers pride What Venus writes her triumphs here beside She: Yet when thine eie hath seen they hart shal rue The tragick chance that shortly shall ensue Orlando readeth Orl: Angelica Ah sweete and heauenly name Life to my life and essence to my ioy But soft this Gordion knot together co-unites A Medor partner in her peerlesse loue Vnkinde and wil she bend her thoughts to change Her name her writing Ah foolish and vnkinde No name of hers vnles the brookes relent To heare her name and Rhodanus vouchsafe To raise his moystned lockes from out the reedes And flow with calme alongst his turning bounds No name of hers vnles Zephyrus blow Her dignities alongst Ardenia woods Where all the world for wonders doo await And yet her name for why Angelica But mixt with Medor not Angelica Onely by me was lovd Angelica Onely for me must liue Angelica I finde her drift perhaps the modest pledge Of my content hath with a secret smile And sweet disguise restraind her fancie thus Figuring Orlando vnder Medors name Fine drift faire Nymph Orlando hopes no lesse He spyes the Roundelayes Yet more are Muses masking in these trees Framing their ditties in conceited lines Making a Goddesse in despite of me That haue no other but Angelica Shep: Poore haples man these thoughts containe the hell Orlando reades this roundelay Angelica is Ladie of his hart Angelica is substance of his ioy Angelica is medcine of his smart Angelica hath healed his annoy Orl: Ah false Angelica What haue we more Another Let groues let rockes let woods let watrie springs The Cedar Cypresse Laurell and the Pine Ioy in the notes of loue that Medor sings Of those sweet lookes Angelica of thine Then