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A20372	Rodomonths infernall, or The Diuell conquered Ariastos conclusions. Of the marriage of Rogero with Bradamanth his loue, & the fell fought battell betweene Rogero and Rodomonth the neuer-conquered pagan. Written in French by Phillip de Portes, and paraphrastically translated by G.M.; Roland furieux. English	Desportes, Philippe, 1546-1606.; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.; Ariosto, Lodovico, 1474-1533. Orlando furioso.	1607 (1607)	STC 6785; ESTC S105308	19,939	58

129 But Rodomount whom nothing could apale Smild at reuenge weakened for want of breath And jesting at them boldly gripes them all Squeezing the damned monsters to the death The sight whereof broke the Tartarians gall When scorne by scorn made scorn of valures faith And with that thought flies at the Pagans face And force perforce justles him from the place 130 Vnwares assaild downe falls the Turkish king Into the damned poole of dead-mens bones The op'ning billowes greedily suckt him in And yet agast to heare his angrie groanes Mounted him vp againe lest wrath should bring Vnto their source confused endlesse moanes And as he shakt himselfe the drops fell downe With pitteous grieuance to behold his frowne 131 Mad with disgrace madnesse from enuie growes The Pagan swimming gaind the shore againe Setting the lake on fire where-ere he goes Throwes forth hie mountaines of admir'd disdain The while his body like a furnace glowes Lending new torments to vndying paine And foaming like a stormy beaten flood Belcht riuers forth that no restraint withstood 132 When Pluto saw him diuing in this brooke The altar on which all the gods doe sweare Vnto his soule exalted ioyes he tooke And thus his fainting armie newe doth cheare Friends said he fellow mates glosse of my looke My agents euen my selfe my best compeere Mount you vpon these walls and then retort This damned diuell from a landing port 132 Which who effects by vnimagind might To him a wealthy coronet of Yew A wreath of Cypresse and a clowd of Night I doe bequeath whom all soules shall reuiewe But Mandricard now iealeous of his right Seeing hel mooued cried Pluto is this true Wilt thou dishonour me shall any say He seconded the Tartar in his fray 133 False god rebate thine idle promise past And keepe thy damned soules in yron chaines For if dishonor on my crest be plac't This power of mine that all great power sustains I 'le turne vpon thy head and for disgrac 't Drown thee and him within these muddy streams Whilst this was speking spight of might or main Once more the Turke came to the shore againe 135 And all his body mantled in filthy mire Like a stearne Boare soild in the Summer time Yet in his count'nance flam'd eternall fire Much hier then infernall eies could clime Like lightning Salmicis wing'd with desire Flies on the Tartar all besmeard with slime And with his airie armes gripes aire so sore That Mandricard fell down and could no more 136 Hence doth victorious Rodomont pursue His all-wonne conquest to the gates of hell And Pluto swore Destenie was vntrue Yet trying all what euer could repell From his neere bosome fatall inchantment drew I meane Despaire Griefe and Amazement fell Which in a viall he had closely plac't And these at Rodomont with rage he cast 137 But these were made to wound the Louers breast They had no motion in a flintie minde Of which the Pagan made an idle jeast Spilt it vpon the ground said foolish blind Poore god of hell keepe in thy rusty chest These Pedlars trinckets for some weaker kind For louing asses and for wanton boies Slaine and orecome with sillie childrens toies 138 For me I feare no frost no foyle no flame No monster filth nor hellish excrement To dread thy priuie rage were dastard shame Nothing mooues me vnder the firmament All things are held in awe by my great name And I as little feare thy worst intent As stubborn Northern blasts or Summers haile Feare to encounter an vnfolded Snaile 139 Thus did he say by rage taught what to say And saying what he said burnt with his ire Felt a strong drought make thrugh his body way Setting his soule and aierie parts on fire All which his labours passions and paines obey Adding huge violence to his desire For beeing with his drinesse almost burst He leaues them all seeks to quench his thirst 140 Like Hercules for Hyla he runs madde Crying and seeking for some cooling streame Anon he finds one out and then was glad Lethe he findes Lethe which Poets dreame That all Forgetfulnesse from it is had Memory takes from that still pond his maime The sight of which when the prowd Pagan He laies him downe takes a mighty caught draught 141 Sooner he had not toucht the fatall spring But all old memory and thought was gone His former warre his rage his combating And euery acte before that present done Hell he forgat Fiends Furies and their King All which in consultation were alone And had decreed and taken Plutoes crowne To make him King and put old Ditis downe 142 But like a man that knowes no former age Or infants that forget their mothers wombe Meeke as a Doue that Lyon-like did rage He finds the way through which he first did come Passes ore Styx like a conuerted sage And so ascending vp by fatall doome Once more the aire and earthly mansions won Cheering his dead eies with the liuing sonne 143 Restlesse he passed like a windie gale Through all the crooked corners of this round Till he found out againe that bloody vale That euer to be memorized ground On which he tooke his death and there his pale Dead mangled carkasse rent and torne he found With broken skull and flesh delacerate About the which a thousand Rauens sate 144 Wrath at this sight waken'd his sleepy brands And on the featherd tyrants spits his gall Railes but his raylings nothing vnderstands Ore mounts he chases them ore rockes ore dale Ore floods and seas beating the beaten strands Making the woods resound his hydeous tale Stil folowing on where ere they took their flight Threatening the silly birds to proue his might 145 Led thus by conduct of his winged foes Not apprehending what or where he was Stareth about and then records his woes For well he knew the heauens adored place Within this Paradice his Trophees shoes Here all his thoughts his cares and wonder was A tower he saw out-braue the element Which was faire Isabellaes monument 146 Faire Isabella flower of virgin maides Whose fame is registred on heauens face In whose last end eternall vertue reades Faiths perpetuitie and chast thoughts grace Whose neuer-mooued soule to ages pleads Life that no life or death shall counterface Whose Angel loue to Angel sences bared Her too vntimely end too well declared 147 This mightie Tower the Pagans teares agniz'd He knew the gates the bridge the swans the flood And all those knightly shields by honor priz'd Which he had wonne in seas of purple blood For though that Lethe euery thought surpriz'd Yet Loue it could not Loue all charms withstood And he that had forgot all other deedes Records his Loue Loue that perpetuall bleeds 148 Like Centaures gazing on the Gorgon shield So on this castle stone-like look't this king And to it thousand orizons did yield Deare tombe of Chastitie O glorious thing And now since fates that al the world doth wield About whose work the frame of heauen doth hing Haue doomd vnburied soules though gods by birth An hundred yeres to trauel on the earth 149 Therefore the Destinies this Pagan bound So long to erre about this holy shrine Constant and joyfull in his Loue-sicke wound Shewing himselfe fearefull to mortall eine With cries clamors shaking the trobled groūd At whose huge noise both gods and men repine Which seemes to call O pulchra clara stella Rodomount Rodomount Isabella Isabella FINIS AT LONDON Printed by V. S. for Nicholas Ling. 1607. Aimon Bradamant was Aimons daughter and sister to Rinaldo Charles for Charlymaine Ariosto can 46. Melissa a famous inchauntresse The 12. Signes Marfyza Rogers sister Aquitan and Griffin Hell by some writers is said to be in the center of the earth This bridg is fained to be kept by Cerberus the three headed dogge Hercules brought Proserpina from hell when Pluto had stollen her from her mother Ceres These thre were the Iudges of Hell Agramant was the sonne of Traiano who was slaine by Pipin king of Fraunce

that forget decaying might Making them graspe at what is mine by right 104 For if the pride of armes this honour winne Iustice must plead me worthiest of the three For thirtie two annoynted Kings haue bin Vassals to me and my huge dignitie T' account my men no number could begin For why they were more then the world could see Exceeding all the sparkling starry light Which in cleere Phebes hall doe polish Night 105 Hills with the hollow downes I leuell made Floods haue I couerd with mine armed hoste Men on parcht plaines in bloody seas did wade And hnnger-starued death through me did boast An Empire that no time should make to fade By me he got what ere fore times had lost For day and night I held him at a baie And still increast his kingdome and his sway 106 Pluto thou knowest and hell will witnesse beare For in thine Eban booke my fame is writ And from hels gates no Fate shall euer weare My rumor out or shall Obliuion sit And my liues Chronicle in peeces teare Thou knowest right well that to this damned pit Millions of millions weeping are descended Of slaughtered soules that my right-hand condemned 107 Call Charon forth let him for me protest Whose armes in work did nere waxe feeble weak Saue with my powers who numberlesse opprest And almost made his withered sinewes breake Againe that these Kings soules may liue at rest And vaine hopes made no further vants to speak Fetch forth thy bedrolls paper-books notes Thy Chronicles in which all soules thou coates 108 Fetch forth the Antiquares of all those shades Sent from the earth by Nature Murder Fight Then shall they know I haue inricht these glades More in the circuit of a winters night Then they in all their liues with all their blades Hell beeing peopled onely by my might Thus did these three with hauty tearms cōtend And each to other hatefull speeches lend 109 Pluto agrieu'd to see this ciuill brawle Practizd to knit them in continuing peace To him new arguments this broyle did call Now doth he sweat to make their wraths surcease And rage inrag'd with rage he doth forestall Their warre doth Rodomonts great warre increase Who all this while vpon the bridge did stand Tearing the yron barres vp with his hand 110 But more he speakes the more their angers rise Like stormes that make disturbed waues growe mad Anon the god with falling fierie eies Thus to beseech with mildest tearmes was glad Cease conquering Kings these ciuil armes despise A iuster cause may here with praise be had As for your strife best time shall it discusse Fore Minos Radamanth and Eachus 117 Thus to his grand tormentor hauing spoke He with disdainfull semblance turnd about And as like lightning from a darke clowd broak Lookt on Gradas and Agramant the stout And said return poore fooles prides foolish yoke Vnto the earth and there anewe finde out Your leaden fames which for a paltry sword To one of you such hie praise did affoard 118 But as for thee Traianos youthful heire Led by yong thoughts inamorites to will In venging hate thy prowesse doth appeare Where I haue scornd any by hate to ill For all my acts Cupids light wings doe beare Vp to faire Cytheron his mothers hill And he that offers Loue his conquering sword Is truely valiant both in deed and word 119 Yet gratious Pluto first disgrace this flame And find a balme to cure Loues hatefull griefe Murder this fire extinguish Cupids name Then will I fight and purchase thee reliefe To this desire thus Dis doth answere frame Ha Mandricard controll that vaine beliefe Which in Loues ease doth any helpe assure Loue is alone impossible to cure 120 The God of gods and I my selfe am thrald No Fate the bane of Venus baite escheweth Cupids keene shafts the Fiends in hell haue gald And whilst his ceaslesse rigor me pursueth By whom is Deitie alone forestald I find no meane nor man that on me rueth But look how fast my wretched flight pretēdeth So fast he flies and on my sorrow tendeth 121 Earnest to follow on his tale begunne A suddaine storme of teares fell from his eies And from his talke so great controlement wonne That sound of words strange sounding sighs supplies Sighes that in feruor did exceed the Sun Making hot flames on watry billowes rise Whilst Rodomonth exlaimd on Dis from farre And cals the fiends to combate if they dare 122 Now Mandricard the sonne of Agrican By this was chosen champion for the darke And armd in clowds that Night from Nature wan Came marching forth whilst euery souie did mark The comely puisance of the mightie man And to his courage euery eare did harke Which he with hollow words brauely did cheer Swearing a second death shall slay their feare 123 But when the Pagan saw him thus prepar'd Dissembling warlike Equipage in hell Fast by the foote takes Charon ouerdar'd And bout his head swings him makes him yell Thence throwes him at the head of Mandricard Who with such violence vpon him fell That spight his heart he made him reele fall As when a Cannon beats a citie wall 124 Poore Charon thus the pellet of his might Hauing orethrowne the Tartar tumbled by And through mischance on Plutoes foot did light And with cold feare orecome began to crie And like a coward king fit Lord for Night Let from his fist his yron scepter flie Which with a bought at each end seemd to be Great as the heauens great seeming Appletree 125 Which massie barre the Pagan soone surprizd And like a tennis tost it in his hand Swearing no diuell nor diuels damme suffiz'd To quench his hates eternall burning brand New immortalitie quoth he disguiz'd Armes me to win this neuer conquered land Nor dare huge infinites my will resist Whilst I possesse this weapon in my fist 126 Thus mad with pride prowd that he was so mad He with this engin scald the gates of hell A second death by death the Furies had For ne're a blow that from his crotcher fel But made the shaking pit with terror sad That all the soules in which dead slumbers dwell Hied to their tombes by old confusion torne And there with teares wept that they were forlorne 127 But this the braue Tartarians soule reuiued Like to a dreaming traueller from sleepe And blushing to behold what Rage atchieued With pensiue looks seemd thogh vnseen to weep Whose dying shame for shame is nere long liued Cast downe his eies much lower then the deepe And lifting them againe whilst wrath repines Displaies a knot of fierie Serpentines 128 Their backes and breasts were speckled blew and green Their eies nostrils spuing flames of fire Whose noysome smoaks palpable felt and seene Poyson'd the aire and what than aire was hier With liquid venime and resistles tiene Which dropping from their scalie fins retire These Mandricard threw fiercely at his foe In hope to quittance his receiued woe