Venus or else the bastard brat of Mars Whose bow commands the motions of the minde Hath sent proud loue to enter such a plea As nonsutes all your Princely euidence And flat commands that maugre Maiestie I chuse Orlando Countie Palatine Ro: How likes Marsillus of his daughters choice Mar: As fits Marsillus of his daughters spouse Ro: Highly thou wrongst vs King of Affrica To braue thy neighbor Princes with disgrace To tye thy honor to thy daughters thoughts Whose choyce is like that Greekish giglots loue That left her Lord Prince Menelaus And with a swaine made scape away to Troy What is Orlando but a stragling mate Banisht for some offence by Charlemaine Skipt from his country as Anchises sonne And meanes as he did to the Carthage Queene To pay her ruth and ruine for her loue Orl: Iniurious Cuba ill it fits thy gree To wrong a stranger with discurtesie Wert not the sacred presence of Angelica Preuailes with me as Venus smiles with Mars To set a Supersedeas of my wrath Soone should I teach thee what it were to braue Man: And French man wert not gainst the law of armes In place of parly for to draw a sword Vntaught companion I would learne you know What dutie longs to such a Prince as hee Orl: Then as did Hector fore Achilles Tent Trotting his Courser softly on the plaines Proudly darde forth the stoutest youth of Greece So who stands hiest in his owne conceipt And thinkes his courage can performe the most Let him but throw his gauntlet on the ground And I will pawne my honor to his gage He shall ere night be met and combatted Mar: Shame you not Princes at this bad agree To wrong a stranger with discurtesie Beleeue me Lords my daughter hath made choice And mauger him that thinkes him most agreeud She shall enioy the Countie Palatine Bran: But would these Princes folow my aduise And enter armes as did the Greekes gainst Troy Nor he nor thou shouldst haue Angelica Rod: Let him be thought a dastard to his death That will not sell the trauells he hath past Dearer than for a womans fooleries What saies the mightie Mandricard Man: I vow to hie me home to Mexico To troop my selfe with such a crew of men As shall so fill the downes of Affrica Like to the plaines of watrie Thessalie When as an Easterne gale whistling aloft Had ouerspred the ground with Grashoppers Then see Marsillus if the Palatine Can keep his Loue from falling to our lots Or thou canst keep thy Countrey free from spoile Mar: Why think you Lords with hautie menaces To dare me out within my Pallace gates Or hope you to make conquest by constraint Of that which neuer could be got by loue Passe from my Court make hast out of my land Stay not within the bounds Marsillus holds Least little brooking these vnfitting braues My cholar ouer-slip the law of Armes And I inflict reuenge on such abuse Rod: I le beard braue thee in thy proper town And here inskonce my selfe despite of thee And hold thee play till Mandricard returne What saies the mightie Souldan of Egypt Sol: That when Prince Menelaus with all his mates Had ten yeres held their siege in Asia Folding their wrothes in cinders of faire Troy Yet for their armes grew by conceit of love Their Trophees was but conquest of a girle Then trust me Lords I le neuer manage armes For womens loues that are so quickly lost Bran: Tush my Lords why stand you vpon termes Let vs to our Skonce and you my Lord to Mexico Exeunt Kings Orl: I sirs inskonce ye how you can see what we dare And thereon set your rest Exeunt Omnes Manent Sacrepant and his man Sac: Boast not too much Marsillus in thy selfe Nor of contentment in Angelica For Sacrepant must haue Angelica And with her Sacrepant must haue the Crowne By hooke or crooke I must and will haue both Ah sweet Reuenge incense their angrie mindes Till all these Princes weltring in their blouds The Crowne doo fall to Countie Sacrepant Sweet are the thoughts that smother from conceit For when I come and set me downe to rest My chaire presents a throne of Maiestie And when I set my bonnet on my head Me thinkes I fit my forhead for a Crowne And when I take my trunchion in my fist A Scepter then comes tumbling in my thoughts My dreames are Princely all of Diademes Honor me thinkes the title is too base Mightie glorious and excellent I these my glorious Genius sound within my mouth These please the care and with a sweet applause Makes me in tearmes coequall with the Gods Then these Sacrepant and none but these And these or else make hazard of thy life Let it suffice I will conceale the rest Sirra Man My Lord Sacrep: My Lord How basely was this Slaue brought up That knowes no titles fit for dignitie To grace his Master with Hyperboles My Lord Why the basest Baron of faire Affrica Deserues as much yet Countie Sacrepant Must he a swaine salute with name of Lord Sirra what thinkes the Emperor of my colours Because in field I weare both blue and red at once Man They deeme my Lord your Honor liues at peace As one that 's newter in these mutinies And couets to rest equall frends to both Neither enuious to Prince Mandricard Nor wishing ill unto Marsillus That you may safely passe where ere you please With frendly salutations from them both Sac: I so they gesse but leuell farre awrie For if they knew the secrets of my thoughts Mine Embleme sorteth to another sense I weare not these as one resolud to peace But blue and red as enemie to both Blue as hating King Marsillus And red as in reuenge to Mandricard Foe vnto both frend onely to my selfe And to the crowne for that 's the golden marke Which makes my thoughts dreame on a Diademe Seest not thou all men presage I shall be King Marsillus sends to me for peace Mandrecard puts of his cap ten mile of Two things more then I cannot mis the crowne Man: O what be those my good Lord Sacr: First must I get the loue of faire Angelica Now am I full of amorous conceits Not that I doubt to haue what I desire But how I might best with mine honor woo Write or intreate fie that fitteth not Send by Ambassadors no that 's too base Flatly command I that 's for Sacrepant Say thou art Sacrepant and art in loue And who in Affricke dare say the Countie nay O Angelica fairer then Chloris when in al her pride Bright Mayas sonne intrapt her in the net Wherewith Vulcan intangled the God of warre Man: Your honor is so far in contemplation of Angelica As you haue forgot the second in attaining to the crowne Sac: That 's to be done by poyson prowesse or anie meanes of treacherie to put to death the traitrous Orlando But who is this comes here Stand close Enter
Stay Princes base not your selues to cumbat such a dog Mount on your coursers follow those that flie And let your conquering swoordes be tainted in their blouds Passe ye for him he shall be combatted Exit Kings Sac: Why what art thou that brauest me thus Orl: I am thou seest a mercenarie souldier Homely yet of such haughtie thoughts As noght can serue to quēch th' aspiring thoghtes That burnes as doe the fires of Cicely Vnlesse I win that princely diademe That seemes so ill vppon thy cowards head Sac. Coward To armes sir boy I will not brooke these braues If Mars himselfe euen from his firie throne Came armde with all his furnitures of warre They fight Oh villaine thou hast slaine a prince Orl: Then maist thou think that Mars himself Came down to vaile thy plumes and heaue thee from thy pompe Proud that thou art I recke not of thy gree But I will haue the conquest of my sword Which is the glorie of thy diadem Sac: These words bewraie thou art no base born moore But by descent sprong from some roiall line Then freely tell me what 's thy name Orl: Nay first let me know thine Sac: Then know that thou hast slaine Prince Sacrepant Orl: Sacrepant Then let me at thy dying day intreate By that same sphere wherein thy soule shall rest If loue denie not passage to thy ghost Thou tell mee whether thou wrongdst Angelica or no Sac: O that 's the sting that pricks my conscience Oh that 's the hell my thoughts abhorre to thinke I tel thee knight for thou doest seeme no lesse That I ingravde the rundelaies on the trees And hung the sedulet of poore Medors loue Intending so to breed debate Betweene Orlando and Angelica O thus I wrongd Orlando and Angelica Now tell me what shall I call thy name Orl: Then dead is the fatall authour of my ill Base villaine vassall vnworthie of a crowne Knowe that the man that strucke the fatall stroke Is Orlando the Countie Palatine Whome fortune sent to quittance all my wrongs Thou foild and slain it now behoues me straight To hie me fast to massacre thy men And so farewell thou deuill in shape of man Exit Sac: Hath Demogorgon ruler of the fates Set such a balefull period on my life As none might end the daies of Sacrepant But mightie Orlando riuall of my loue Now holdeth the fatall murderers of men The sharpned knife readie to cut my threed Ending the scene of all my tragedie This daie this houre this minute ends the daies Of him that liude worthie olde Nestors age Phoebus put on thy fable suted wreath Cladde all thy spheres in darke and mourning weedes Parcht be the earth to drinke vp euery spring Let corne and trees be blasted from aboue Heauen turne to brasse earth to wedge of steel The worlde to cinders Mars come thundering downe And neuer sheath thy swift reuenging swoorde Till like the deluge in Dewcalions daies The higgest mountaines swimme in streames of bloud Heauen earth men beasts euerie liuing thing Consume and end with countie Sacrepant he dyes Enter Marsillus Mandrecard and twelue peeres with Angelica Mar. Fought is the field Sacrepant is slaine With such a massacre of all his men As Mars descending in his purple robe Vowes with Bellona in whole heapes of bloud To banquet all the demie gods of warre Mandr. See where hee lies slaughtered without the campe And by a simple swaine a mercenarie Who brauely tooke the combat to himselfe Might I but know the man that did the deede I would my Lord eternize him with fame Oger Leauing the factious countie to his death Command my Lord his bodie be conuaid Vnto some place as likes your Highnes best See Marsillus poasting thorough Affrica We haue found this stragling girle Angelica Who for she wrongd her loue Orlando Chiefest of the Westerne peeres Conuersing with so meane a man as Medor was We will haue her punisht by the lawes of France To end her burning lust in flames of fire Mar. Beshrew you lordings but you doe your worst Fire famine and as cruell death As fell to Neros mother in his rage Angelica Father if I may dare to call thee so And Lordes of France come from the Westerne seas In quest to finde mightie Orlando out Yet ere I die let me haue leaue to say Angelica held euer in her thoughts Most deare the loue of Countie Palatine What wretch hath wrongd vs with suspect of loue I know not I nor can accuse the man But by the heauens whereto my soule shall flie Angelica did neuer wrong Orlando I speake not this as one that cares to liue For why my thoughts are fully malecontent And I coniure you by your Chiualrie You quit Orlandos wrong vpon Angelica Enter Orlando with a scarfe before his face Oliuer Strumpet feare not for by faire Mayas sonne This day thy soule shall vanish vp in fire As Semele when Iuno wild the trull To entertaine the glorie of her loue Orl: Frenchman for so thy quaint aray imports Be thou a Piere or be thou Charlemaine Or hadst thou Hector or Achilles hart Or neuer daunted thoughts of Hercules That did in courage far surpasse them all I tell thee sir thou liest in thy throate The greatest braue transalpine France can brooke In saying that sacred Angelica Did offer wrong vnto the Palatine I am a common mercenary souldier Yet for I see my Princesse is abusd By new come straglers from a forren coast I dare the proudest of these westerne Lords To cracke a blade in triall of her right Mam: Why foolish hardie daring simple groome Follower of fond conceited Phaeton Knowest thou to whom thou speakst Mar: Braue souldier for so much thy courage These men are princes dipt within the blood saies Of Kings most royall seated in the West Vnfit to accept a challenge at your hand Yet thankes that thou wouldst in thy Lords defence Fight for my daughter but her guilt is knowne Ang: I rest thee souldier Angelica is false False for she hath no triall of her right Souldier let me die for the misse of all Wert thou as stout as is proud Theseus In vaine thy blade should offer my defence For why these be the champions of the world Twelue Peeres of France that neuer yet were foild Orl: How Madam the twelue Peeres of France Why let them be twelue diuels of hell What I haue said I le pawne my sword To seale it on the shield of him that dares Malgrado of his honor combat me Oliuer Marrie sir that dare I Orl: Y ar a welcome man sir Turpin Chastise the groome Oliuer learne him know We are not like the boyes of Africa Orl: Heare you sir You that so peremptorily bad him fight Prepare your weapons for your turne is next T is not one Champion that can discourage me Come are yee ready He fighteth first with one and then with another and ouercomes them both So stand aside
THE HISTORIE OF Orlando Furioso One of the twelue Pieres of France As it was plaid before the Queenes Maiestie LONDON Printed by Iohn Danter for Cuthbert Burbie and are to be sold at his shop nere the Royall Exchange THE HISTORIE OF Orlando Furioso One of the twelue Pieres of France Enter Marsillus the Emperour of Affrica and Angelica his Daughter the Soldane the King of Cuba Mandrecard Brandemart Orlando County Sacrepant with others MARSILLVS VIctorious Princes summond to appeare Within the Continent of Africa From seauenfold Nylus to Taprobany Where faire Apollo darting forth his light Plaies on the Seas From Gadis Ilands where stowt Hercules Imblasde his trophees on two posts of brasse To Tanais whose swift declining flouds Inuirons rich Europa to the North All fetcht from out your Courts by beauty to this Coast To seeke and sue for faire Angelica Sith none but one must haue this happy prize At which you all haue leueld long your thoughts Set each man forth his passions how he can And let her Censure make the happiest man SOVLDAN The fairest flowre that glories Affrica Whose beauty Phoebus dares not dash with showres Ouer whose Clymate neuer hung a Clowde But smiling Titan lights the Horyzon Egypt is mine and there I hold my State Seated in Cairye and in Babylon From thence the matchlesse beauty of Angelica Whose hew as bright as are those siluer Doues That wanton Venus manth vpon her fist Forst me to crosse and cut th' atlanticke Seas To ouersearch the fearefull Ocean Where I ariud to eternize with my Launce The matchles beauty of faire Angelica Nor Tilt nor Tournay but my Speare and shield Resounding on their Crests and sturdy Helmes Topt high with Plumes like Mars his Burgonet Inchasing on their Curats with my blade That none so faire as faire Angelica But leauing these such glories as they be I loue my Lord let that suffize for me RODAMANT Cuba my seate a Region so inricht With fauours sparkling from the smiling heauens As those that seekes for trafficke to my Coast Accounted like that wealthy Paradice From whence floweth Gyhon and swift Euphrates The earth within her bowels hath inwrapt As in the massie storehowse of the world Millions of gold as bright as was the showre That wanton Iove sent downe to Danae Marching from thence to manage Armes abroade I past the triple parted Regiment That froward Saturne gave vnto his sonnes Erecting Statues of my Chiualry Such and so braue as neuer Hercules Vowd for the loue of louely Iole But leauing these such glories as they be I loue my Lord let that suffize for me MANDRECARDE And I my Lord am Mandrecarde of Mexico Whose Clymate fayrer than Tyberius Seated beyond the Sea of Trypoly And richer than the plot Hesperides Or that same I le wherein Vlysses loue Luld in her lap the young Telegone That did but Venus tread a daintie step So would shee like the land of Mexico As Paphos and braue Cypres set aside With me sweete louely Venus would abide From thence mounted vpon a Spanish Barke Such as transported Iason to the fleece Come from the South I furrowd Neptunes Seas Northeast as far as is the frosen Rhene Leauing faire Voya crost vp Danuby As hie as Saba whose inhaunsing streames Cuts twixt the Tartares and the Russians There did I act as many braue attempts As did Pirothous for his Proserpine But leauing these such glories as they be I loue my Lord let that suffize for me BRANDEMART The bordring Ilands seated here in ken Whose shores are sprinkled with rich Orient Pearle More bright of hew than were the Margarets That Caesar found in wealthy Albion The sands of Tagus all of burnisht golde Made Thetis neuer prowder on the Clifts That ouerpiere the bright and golden shore Than doo the rubbish of my Country Seas And what I dare let say the Portingale And Spaniard tell who mand with mighty Fleetes Came Came to subdue my Ilands to their king to their King Filling our seas with stately Argosies Caluars and Magars hulkes of burden great Which Brandemart rebated from his coast And sent them home ballast with little wealth But leauing these such glories as they bee I loue my Lord let that suffise for mee Orl: Lords of the South Princes of esteeme Viceroyes vnto the State of Affrica I am no King yet am I princely borne Descended from the royall house of France And nephew to the mightie Charlemaine Surnamde Orlando the Countie Palatine Swift Fame that sounded to our Westerne seas The matchles beautie of Angelica Fairer than was the Nimph of Mercurie Who when bright Phoebus mounteth vp his coach And tracts Aurora in her siluer steps And sprinkles from the folding of her lap White lillies roses and sweete violets Yet thus beleeue me Princes of the South Although my Countries loue deerer than pearle Or mynes of gold might well haue kept me backe The sweet conuersing with my King and frends Left all for loue might well haue kept mee backe The Seas by Neptune hoysed to the heauens Whose dangerous flawes might well haue kept me backe The sauage Mores Anthropagei Whose lands I past might well haue kept me backe The doubt of entertainment in the Court When I arriude might well haue kept me backe But so the fame of faire Angelica Stampt in my thoughts the figure of her loue As neither Country King or Seas or Cannibals Could by dispairing keep Orlando backe I list not boast in acts of chiualrie An humor neuer fitting with my minde But come there forth the proudest champion That hath suspition in the Palatine And with my trustie sword Durandell Single I le register vpon his helme What I dare doo for faire Angelica But leauing these such glories as they bee I loue my Lord Angelica her selfe shall speak for mee Mar: Daughter thou hearst what loue hath here alleadgd How all these Kings by beautie summond here Puts in their pleas for hope of Diademe Of noble deeds of welth and chiualrie All hoping to possesse Angelica Sith fathers will may hap to ayme amisse For parents thoughts in loue oft step awrie Choose thou the man who best contenteth thee And he shall weare the Affricke Crowne next mee For trust me Daughter like of whom thou please Thou satisfide my thoughts shall be at ease Ang: Kings of the South Viceroyes of Affrica Sith Fathers will hangs on his Daughters choyce And I as earst Princesse Andromache Seated amidst the crue of Priams sonnes Haue libertie to chuse where best I loue Must freely say for fancie hath no fraud That farre unworthies Angelica Of such as deigne to grace her with their loues The Souldan with his seate in Babylon The Prince of Cuba and of Mexico Whose welthie crownes might win a womans will Yong Brandemard master of all the Iles Where Neptune planted hath his treasurie The worst of these men of so high import As may command a greater Dame than I But Fortune or some deep inspiring fate
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
Medor in Angelica take delight Early at morne at noone at euen and night Orl: What dares Medor court my Venus What may Orlando deeme Aetna forsake the bounds of Sicily For now in me thy restlesse flames appeare Refusd contemnd disdaind what worse than these Orgalio Org: My Lord Orl: Boy view these trees carued with true loue knots The inscription Medor and Angelica And read these verses hung vp of their loues Now tell me boy what dost thou thinke Org: By my troth my Lord I thinke Angelica is a woman Orl: And what of that Org: Therefore vnconstant mutable hauing their loues hanging in their ey-lids that as they are got with a looke so they are lost againe with a wink But here 's a Shepheard it may be he can tell vs news Orl: What messenger hath Ate sent abroad With idle lookes to listen my laments Sirra who wronged happy Nature so To spoyle these trees with this Angelica Yet in her name Orlando they are blest Shep: I am a shepheard swaine thou wandring Knight That watch my flockes not one that follow loue Orl: As follow loue why darest thou dispraise my heauen Or once disgrace or preiudice her name Is not Angelica the Queene of loue Deckt with the compound wreath of Adons flowrs She is Then speake thou peasant what is he that dares Attempt to court my Queene of loue Or I shall send thy soule to Charons charge Sh: Braue knight since feare of death inforceth still In greater mindes submission and relent Know that this Medor whose vnhappie name Is mixed with the faire Angelicas Is euen that Medor that inioyes her loue You caue beares witnes of their kind content Yon medowes talke the actions of their ioy Our Shepheards in their songs of solace sing Angelica doth none but Medor loue Orl: Angelica doth none but Medor loue Shall Medor then possesse Orlandos loue Daintie and gladsome beames of my delight Delicious browes why smiles your heauen for those That wandring make you proue Orlandos foes Lend me your plaints you sweet Arcadian Nimphs That wont to waile your new departed loues Thou weeping floud leaue Orpheus waile for me And Titans Neeces gather all in one Those fluent springs of your lamenting teares And let them flow alongst my faintfull lookes Shep: Now is the fire late smothered in suspect Kindled and burnes within his angrie brest Now haue I done the will of Sacrepant Orl: Foemineum seruile genus crudele superbum Discurteous women Natures fairest ill The woe of man that first created cursse Base female sex sprung from blacke Ates loynes Proud disdainfull cruell and vniust Whose words are shaded with inchanting wills Worse than Medusa mateth all our mindes And in their harts sits shameles trecherie Turning a truthles vile circumference O could my furie paint their furies forth For hel 's no hell compared to their harts Too simple diuels to conceale their arts Borne to be plagues vnto the thoughts of men Brought for eternall pestilence to the world O Femmenelle in genio de toute malle sede Comete vulge mute fachilmente Contrario zero propria de la fede O infelice miserate crede Importuna superbia dispetoze Preua de more de fede de consilia Timmorare crudele ineque ingrate Par pestelenze eternal monde nate Villaine what art thou that followest me Org: Alas my Lord I am your seruant Orgalio Orl: No villaine thou art Medor that ranst away with Angelica Org: No by my troth my Lord I am Orgalio aske all these people else Orl: Art thou Orgalio tell me where Medor is Org: My Lord looke where he sits Orl: What sits he here and braues me too Shep: No truly Sir I am not he Orl: Yes villaine He drawes him in by the leg Org: Help help my Lord of Aquitaine Enter Duke of Aquitaine and souldiers Org: O my Lord of Aquitaine the Count Orlando is run mad and taking of a shepheard by the heeles rends him as one would teare a Larke See where he comes with a leg on his necke Enter Orlando with a leg Orl: Villaine prouide me straight a Lions skin Thou seest I now am mightie Hercules Looke where 's my massie club vpon my necke I must to hell to seeke for Medor and Angelica Or else I dye You that are the rest get you quickly away Prouide ye horses all of burnisht gold Saddles of corke because I le haue them light For Charlemaine the Great is vp in armes And Arthur with a crue of Britons comes To seeke for Medor and Angelica So he beateth them all in before him Manet Orgalio Enter Marsillus Org: Ah my Lord Orlando Mar: Orlando what of Orlando Org: He my Lord runs madding through the woods Like mad Orestes in his greatest rage Step but aside into the bordring groue There shall you see ingrauen on euerie tree The lawlesse loue of Medor and Angelica O see my Lord not any shrub but beares The cursed stampe that wrought the Counties rage If thou beest mightie King Marsillus For whom the Countie would aduenture life Reuenge it on the false Angelica Mar: Trust me Orgalio Theseus in his rage Did neuer more reuenge his wrongd Hyppolitus Than I will on the false Angelica Goe to my Court and drag me Medor forth Teare from his brest the daring villaines hart Next take that base and damnd adulteresse I scorne to title her with daughters name Put her in rags and like some shepheardesse Exile her from my kingdome presently Delay not good Orgalio see it done Exit Orgalio Enter a souldier with Mandricard disguised How now my frend what fellow hast thou there Soul: He sayes my Lord that hee is seruant vnto Mandricard Mar: To Mandricard It fits me not to sway the Diademe Or rule the wealthy Realmes of Barbarie To staine my thoughts with any cowardise Thy master bravde me to my teeth He backt the Prince of Cuba for my foe For which not he nor his shall scape my hands No souldier thinke me resolute as hee Man: It greeues me much that Princes disagree Sith blacke repentance followeth afterward But leauing that pardon me gracious Lord Mar: For thou intreatst and newly art arrivd And yet thy sword is not imbrewd in blood Vpon conditions I will pardon thee That thou shalt neuer tell thy master Mandricard Nor anie fellow soldier of the campe That King Marsillus licenst thee depart He shall not thinke I am so much his frend That he or one of his shall scape my hand Man: I swear my Lord vow to keep my word Mar: Then take my banderoll of red Mine and none but mine shall honor thee And safe conduct thee to port Catthagene Man: But say my Lord if Mandricard were here What fauor should he finde or life or death Mar: I tell thee frend it fits not for a King To prize his wrath before his curtesie Were Mandricard the King of Mexico In prison here and cravde but libertie So little hate
Org: Here my Lord Orl: If thou beest come of Lancelots worthy line welcome thou art Kneele downe sir Knight rise vp sir Knight Here take this sword and hie thee to the fight Exit Angelica Now tell me Orgalio what dost thou thinke Will not his Knight proue a valiant Squire Org: He cannot chuse being of your making Orl: But where 's Angelica now Org: Faith I cannot tell Orl: Villaine find her out Or else the torments that Ixion feeles The rolling stone the tubs of the Belides Villaine wilt thou finde her out Org: Alas my Lord I know not where she is Orl: Run to Charlemaine spare for no cost Tell him Orlando sent for Angelica Org: Faith I le fetch you such an Angelica as you neuer saw before Exit Orgalio Orl: As though that Sagittarius in his pride Could take braue Laeda from stout Iupiter And yet forsooth Medor base Medor durst Attempt to reue Orlando of his loue Sirra you that are the messenger of Ioue You that can sweep it through the milke white path That leads vnto the Senate house of Mars Fetch me my shield temperd of purest steele My helme forgd by the Cyclops for Anchises sonne And see if I dare not combat for Angelica Enter Orgalio with the Clowne drest lyke Angelica Org: Come away and take heed you laugh not Cl: No I warrant you but I thinke I had best go backe and shaue my beard Org: Tush that will not be seene Cl: Well you will giue me the halfe crowne ye promist me Org: Doubt not of that man Cl: Sirra didst not see me serue the fellow a fine tricke when we came ouer the market place Org: why how was that Cl: Why hee comes to me and said Gentlewoman wilt please you take a pint or a quart No Gentlewoman said I but your frend and Doritie Org: Excellent come see where my Lord is My Lord here is Angelica Orl: Mas thou saist true t is she indeed How fares the faire Angelica Cl: Well I thanke you hartely Orl: Why art thou not that same Angelica Whose hiew as bright as faire Erythea That darkes Canopus with her siluer hiew Cl: Yes forsooth Orl: Are not these the beauteous checkes Wherein the Lillies and the natiue Rose Sits equall suted with a blushing red Cl: He makes a garden plot in my face Orl: Are not my dere those radient eyes Whereout proud Phoebus flasheth out his beames Cl: Yes yes with squibs and crackers brauely Orl: You are Angelica Cl: Yes marry am I Orl: Where 's your sweet heart Medor Cl: Orgalio giue me eighteen pence let me go Orl: Speake strumpet speake Cl: Marry sir he is drinking a pint or a quart Orl: Why strumpet worse than Mars his trothlesse loue Falser than faithles Cresida strumpet thou shalt not scape Cl: Come come you doo not vse me like a gentlewoman and if I be not for you I am for another Orl: Are you that will I trie He beateth him out Exeunt omnes Enter the twelue Peers of France with drum and trumpets Og: Braue Peeres of France sith wee haue past the bounds Whereby the wrangling billowes seekes for straites To warre with Tellus and her fruitfull mynes Sith we haue furrowd through those wandring tides Of Tyrrhene seas and made our galleys dance Vpon the Hyperborian billowes crests That braues with streames the watrie Occident And found the rich and wealthie Indian clime Sought to by greedie mindes for hurtfull gold Now let vs seeke to venge the Lampe of France That lately was eclipsed in Angelica Now let vs seeke Orlando forth our Peere Though from his former wits lately estrangd Yet famous in our fauors as before And sith by chance we all encountred bee Let seeke reuenge on her that wrought his wrong Names But being thus arrivd in place vnknown Who shall direct our course vnto the Court Where braue Marsillus keepes his royall State Enter Marsillus and Mandricard like Palmers Og: Loe here two Indian Palmers hard at hand Who can perhaps resolue our hidden doubts Palmers God speed Mar: Lordings we greet you well Og: Where lies Marsillus Court frend canst thou tel Mar: His Court is his campe the Prince is now in armes Turpin In armes What 's he that dares annoy so great a King Man: Such as both loue furie doth confound Fierce Sacrepant incenst with strange desires Warres on Marsillus and Rodamant being dead Hath leuied all his men and traitor-like Assailes his Lord and louing soueraigne And Mandricard who late hath been in armes To prosecute reuenge against Marsillus Is now through fauors past become his frend Thus stands the state of matchles India Og: Palmer I like thy braue and breef discourse And couldst thou bring vs to the Princes campe We would acknowledge frendship at thy hands Mar: Ye stranger Lords why seeke ye out Marsillus Og: In hope that he whose Empire is so large Will make both minde and Monarchie agree Mar: Whence are you Lords and what request you here Names A question ouer-hautie for thy weed Fit for the King himselfe for to propound Man: O sir know that vnder simple weeds The Gods haue maskt then deeme not with disdain To answere to this Palmers question Whose coat includes perhaps as great as yours Og: Hautie their words their persons ful of state Though habit be but meane their mindes excell Well Palmers know that Princes are in India arrivd Yea euen those westerne princely peeres of France That through the world aduentures vndertake To find Orlando late incenst with rage Then Palmers sith you know our stiles and state Aduise vs where your King Marsillus is Mar: Lordings of France here is Marsillus That bids you welcome into India And will in person bring you to his campe Og: Marsillus and thus disguisd Mar: Euen Marsillus and thus disguisd But what request these Princes at my hand Turpin We sue for law and iustice at thy hand We seeke Angelica thy daughter out That wanton maid that hath eclipst the ioy Of royall France and made Orlando mad Mar: My daughter Lords why shee s exilde And her grieud father is content to lose The pleasance of his age to countnance law Oli: Not onely exile shall await Angelica But death and bitter death shall follow her Then yeeld vs right Marsillus or our swords Shal make thee feare to wrong the Pieres of France Mar: Wordes cannot daunt mee Princes bee assurde But law and iustice shall ouerrule in this And I will burie fathers name and loue The haples maide bannisht from out my Land Wanders about in woods and waies vnknowne Her if yee finde with furie persecute I now disdaine the name to be her Father Lords of France what would you more of me Oger Marsillus wee commende thy Princely minde And will report thy iustice through the world Come Peeres of France le ts seeke Angelica Left for a spoile to our reuenging thoughts Exeunt omnes Enter Orlando like a Poet Orl:
and Maddam if my fortune last it out I le gard your person with twelue Pieres of France Og: Oh Oger how canst thou stand see a slaue Disgrace the house of France Syrra prepare you For angry Nemesis sits on my sword to be reuengd Orl: Well saide Frenchman you haue made a goodly oration But you had best to vse your sword better lest I beswinge you They fight a good while and then breath Og: How so ere disguisd in base or Indian shape Oger can well discerne thee by thy blowes For either thou art Orlando or the diuell Orl: Then to assure you that I am no diuel Here 's your friend and companion Orlando Oger And none can be more glad than Oger is That he hath found his Cosen in his sense Oli: When as I felt his blowes vpon my shield My teeth did chatter and my thoughts conceiude Who might this be if not the Pallatine Turpin So had I said but that report did tell My Lord was troubled with a lunacie Orl: So was I Lordinges but giue mee leaue a while Humbly as Mars did to his Paramour So to submit to faire Angelica Pardon thy Lord faire saint Angelica Whose loue stealing by steps into extreames Grew by suspition to a causeles lunacie Angelica O no my Lord but pardon my amis For had not Orlando lovde Angelica Nere had my Lord falne into these extreames Which we will parle priuate to our selues Nere was the Queene of Cypres halfe so glad As is Angelica to see her Lord Her deare Orlando settled in his sense Orlando Thankes my sweete loue But why stands the Prince of Affrica And Mandrecarde the King of Mexico So deepe in dumps when all reioyse beside First know my Lord I slaughtred Sacrepant I am the man that did the slaue to death Who frankely there did make confesion That he ingravde the Roundelaies on the trees And hung the schedules of poore Medors loue Entending by suspect to breede debate Deepely twixt me and faire Angelica His hope had hap but we had all the harme And now Reuenge leaping from out the seate Of him that may command sterne Nemesis Hath powrde those treasons iustly on his head What saith my gratious Lord to this Marsillus I stand amazde deepe ouerdrencht with ioy To heare and see this vnexpected ende So well I rest content yee Pieres of France Sith it is provde Angelica is cleare Her and my Crowne I freely will bestow Vpon Orlando the County Palatine Orl: Thanks my good Lord now my friends of France Frollicke be merrie we wil hasten home So soone as King Marsillus will consent To let his daughter wend with vs to France Meane while wee le richly rigge vp all our Fleete More braue than was that gallant Grecian keele That brought away the Colchyan fleece of gold Our Sailes of sendall spread into the winde Our ropes and tacklings all of finest silke Fetcht from the natiue loomes of laboring wormes The pride of Barbarie and the glorious wealth That is transported by the Westerne bounds Our stems cut out of gleming Iuorie Our planks and sides framde out of Cypresse wood That beares 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 daies decline That Neptune prowd shall call his Trytons forth To couer all the Ocean with a calme So rich shall be the rubbish of our barkes Tane here for ballas to the ports of France That Charles himselfe shall wonder at the sight Thus Lordings when our bankettings be done And Orlando espowsed to Angelica Wee le furrow through the mouing Ocean And cherely frolicke with great Charlemaine FINIS
Orgalio Orlandos Page Org: I am sent on imbassage to the right mightie and magnificent alias the right proud and pontificall the Countie Sacrepant For Marsillus Orlando knowing him to be as full of prowesse as policie and fearing least in leaning to the other faction hee might greatly preiudice them they seeke first to hold the candle before the diuell knowing hym to be a Thrasonicall mad-cap they haue sent mee a Gnathonicall companion to giue him lettice fit for his lips Now sir knowing his astronomical humors as one that gazeth so high at the starres as he neuer looketh on the pauement in the streetes But whist Lupus est in fabula Sac: Sirra thou that ruminatest to thy selfe a catalogue of priuie conspiracies what art thou Org: God saue your Maiestie Sac: My Maiestie come hether my well nutrimented Knaue whom takest me to bee Org: The mightie Mandricard of Mexico Sacr: I hold these salutations as omynous for saluting mee by that which I am not hee presageth what I shall be for so did the Lacedemonians by Agathocles who of a base potter wore the Kingly Diadem but why deemest thou me to be the mightie Mandricard of Mexico Org: Marie sir Sacr: Stay there wert thou neuer in France Org: Yes if it please your Maiestie Sac: So it seemes for there they salute their king by the name of Sir Mounsier but forward Org: Such sparkes of peerlesse Maiestie From those looks flames like lightning from the East As either Mandricard or else some greater Prince Sac: Methinks these salutations makes my thoghts To be heroicall But say to whom art thou sent Org: To the Countie Sacrepant Sacr: Why I am he Org: It pleaseth your Maiestie to iest Sacr: What ere I seeme I tell thee I am he Org: Then may it please your honor the Emperor Marsillus together with his daughter Angelica and Orlando entreateth your Excellencie to dine with them Sacr: Is Angelica there Org: There my good Lord Sacr: Sirra Man: My Lord Sacr: Villaine Angelica sends for me See that thou entertaine that happie messenger And bring him in with thee Exeunt omnes Enter Orlando the Duke of Aquitaine the Countie Rossilion with souldiers Orl: Princes of France the sparkling light of fame Whose glories brighter than the burnisht gates From whence Latonas lordly sonne doth march When mounted on his coach tinseld with flames He triumphs in the beautie of the heauens This is the place where Rodamant lies hid Here lyes he like the theefe of Thessaly Which scuds abroad and searcheth for his pray And being gotten straight he gallops home As one that dares not breake a speare in field But trust me Princes I haue girt his fort And I will sacke it or on this Castle wall I le write my resolution with my blood Therefore drum sound a parle Sound a Parle and one comes vpon the walls Sol: Who is that troubleth our sleepes Orl: Why sluggard seest thou not Lycaons son The hardie plough-swaine vnto mightie Ioue Hath tracde his siluer furrowes in the heauens And turning home his ouer-watched teeme Giues leaue vnto Apollos Chariot I tell thee sluggard sleep is farre vnfit For such as still haue hammering in their heads But onely hope of honor and reuenge These cald me forth to rouse thy master vp Tell him from me false coward as he is That Orlando the Countie Palatine Is come this morning with a band of French To play him hunts-vp with a poynt of warre I le be his minstrell with my drum and fife Bid him come forth and dance it if he dare Let Fortune throw her fauors where she list Sol: French-man between halfe sleeping awake Although the mystie vayle straind ouer Cynthia Hinders my sight from nothing all thy crue Yet for I know thee and thy stragling groomes Can in conceit build Castles in the Skie But in your actions like the stammering Greeke Which breathes his courage bootlesse in the aire I wish thee well Orlando get thee gone Say that a Centynell did suffer thee For if the Round or Court of Gard should heare Thou or thy men were braying at the walls Charles welth the welth of all his Westerne mynes Found in the mountaines of Transalpine France Might not pay ransome to the King for thee Orl: Braue Centynell if nature hath inchast A sympathie of courage to thy tale And like the champion of Andromache Thou or thy master dare came out the gates Maugre the watch the round or Court of gard I will attend to abide the coward here If not but still the crauin sleepes secure Pitching his gard within a trench of stones Tell him his walls shall serue him for no proofe But as the sonne of Saturne in his wrath Pasht all the mountaines at Typheus head And topsie turuie turnd the bottome vp So shall the Castle of proud Rodamant And so braue Lords of France le ts to the fight Exeunt omnes Alarums Rodamant and Brandemart flie Enter Orlando with his coate Orl: The Foxe is scapde but here 's his case I mist him nere t was time for him to trudge How now my Lord of Aquitaine Aquit: My Lord the Court of gard is put vnto the sword And all the watch that thought themselues so sure So that not one within the Castle breaths Orl: Come then le ts post amaine to finde out Rodamant And then in triumph march vnto Marsillus Exeunt Enter Medor and Angelica An: I meruaile Medor what my father meanes To enter league with Countie Sacrepant Med: Madam the king your fathers wise inough He knowes the Countie like to Cassius Sits sadly dumping ayming Caesars death Yet crying Ave to his Maiestie But Madame marke a while and you shall see Your Father shake him off from secrecie Ang: So much I gesse for when he wild I should Giue entertainment to the doating Earle His speach was ended with a frowning smile Med: Madame see where he comes I le be gone Exit Medor Enter Sacrepant and his man Sacr: How fares my faire Angelica Ang: Well that my Lord so frendly is in league As honor will him with Marsillus Sac: Angelica shal I haue a word or two with thee Ang: What pleaseth my Lord for to command Sac: Then know my loue I cannot paint my grief Nor tell a tale of Venus and her sonne Reporting such a Catalogue of toyes It fits not Sacrepant to be effeminate Onely guie leaue my faire Angelica To say the Countie is in loue with thee Ang: Pardon my Lord my loues are ouer-past So firmly is Orlando printed in my thoughts As loue hath left no place for anie else Sac: Why ouer-weening Damsel seest thou not Thy lawlesse loue vnto this stragling mate Hath fild our Affrick Regions full of bloud And wilt thou still perseuer in thy loue Tush leaue the Palatine and goe with mee Ang: Braue Countie know where sacred Loue vnites The knot of Gordion at the shrine of Ioue Was neuer halfe so
hangs in Marsillus breast As one intreatie should quite race it out But this concernes not thee therefore farewell Exit Marsillus Man: Thankes good fortune fall to such a king thee As couets to be counted curteous Blush Mandricard the honor of thy foe disgraceth Thou wrongest him that wisheth thee but well Thou bringest store of men from Mexico To battaile him that scornes to iniure thee Pawning his colours for thy warrantize Backe to thy ships and hie thee to thy home Bouge not a foote to aid Prince Rodomant But frendly gratulate these fauors found And mediate on nought but to be frends Exit Enter Orlando attired like a mad-man Orl: Woods trees leaues leaues trees woods tria sequuntur tria Ho Minerua salve God morrow how doo you to day Tell me sweet Goddesse will Ioue send Mercury to Calipso to let mee goe Will he why then hee s a Gentleman euerie haire a the head on him But ho Orgalio where art thou boy Org: Here my Lord did you call mee Orl: No nor name thee Org: Then God be with you Orgalio proffers to goe in Orl: Nay pree good Orgalio stay Canst thou not tell me what to say Org: No by my troth Orl: O this it is Angelica is dead Org: Why then she shall be buried Orl: But my Angelica is dead Org: Why it may be so Orl: But shee s dead and buried Org: I I thinke so Orl: Nothing but I thinke so and it may be so He beateth him Org: What doo ye meane my Lord Orl: Why shall I tell you that my Loue is dead and can ye not weep for her Org: Yes yes my Lord I will Orl: Well doo so then Orgalio Org: My Lord Orl: Angelica is dead Orgalio cries Ah poore slaue so crie no more now Org: Nay I haue quickly done Orl: Orgalio Org: My Lord Orl: Medors Angelica is dead Orgalio cries and Orlando beats him againe Org: Why doo ye beat me my Lord Orl: Why slaue wilt thou weep for Medors Anlica thou must laugh for her Org: Laugh yes I le laugh all day and you will Orl. Orgalio Org: My Lord Orl: Medors Angelica is dead Org: Ha ha ha ha Orl: So t is well now Org: Nay this is easier than the other was Orl: Now away seek the hearb Moly for I must to hell to seeke for Medor and Angelica Org: I know not the hearb Moly ifaith Orl: Come I le lead ye to it by the eares Org: T is here my Lord t is here Orl: T is indeed now to Charon bid him dresse his boat for he had neuer such a passenger Org: Shall I tell him your name Exit Orl: No then he will be afraid not be at home Enter two Clownes Tho: Sirra Rafe and thou lt goe with me I le let thee see the brauest mad man that euer thou sawst Rafe Sirra Tom I beleeue t was he that was at our towne a sunday I le tell thee what he did sirra he came to our house when all our folkes were gone to Church and there was no bodie at home but I I was turning of the spit and he comes in bad me fetch him some drinke Now I went and fetcht him some ere I came againe by my troth he ran away with the rost-meate spit and all so we had nothing but porredge to dinner Thomas By my troth that was braue but sirrha he did so course the boyes last sunday and if ye call him mad-man hee l run after you tickle your ribs so with his flap of leather that he hath as it passeth They spie Orlando Rafe Oh Tom looke where he is call him mad-man Tom. Mad-man mad-man Rafe Mad-man mad-man Orl: What saist thou villaine He beateth them So now you shall be both my Souldiers Tom Your soldiers we shall haue a mad Captaine then Orl: You must fight against Medor Raf Yes let me alone with him for a bloody nose Orl: Come then and I le giue you weapons strait Exeunt omnes Enter Angelica like a poore woman An: Thus causeles banisht from thy natiue home Here sit Angelica and rest a while For to bewaile the fortunes of thy loue Enter Rodamant and Brandemart with Souldiers Roda: This way she went far she cannot be Brand: See where she is my Lord speak as if you knew her not Ro: Faire shepherdesse for so thy fitting seemes Or Nymph for lesse thy beauty cannot be What feede you sheepe vpon these downes Ange: Daughter I am vnto a bordering Swaine That tend my flocks within these shady groues Roda. Fond gyrle thou liest thou art Angelica Brand: I thou art shee that wrongd the Palatine Ange: For I am knowne albeit I am disguisde Yet dare I turne the lie into thy throte Sith thou reportst I wrongd the Palatine Brand: Nay then thou shalt be vsed according to thy deserts come bring her to our Tents Roda: But stay what Drum is this Enter Orlando with a Drum and souldiers with spits and dripping-pans Br: Now see Angelica the fruits of all your loue Orl: Souldiers this is the Citie of great Babilon Where proud Darius was rebated from Play but the men and I will lay my head Wee le sacke and raze it ere the sunne be set Clowne Yea and scratch it too March faire fellow frying-pan Orl: Orgalio knowst thou the cause of my laughter Org: No by my troth nor no wise-man else Orl: Why sirra to thinke that if the enemie were fled ere we come wee le not leaue one of our own souldiers aliue for wee two will kill them with our fists Rafe Fo come le ts goe home againe hee le set Probatum est vpon my headpeece anon Orl: No no thou shalt not be hurt nor thee Backe souldiers looke where the enemie is Tom Captaine they haue a woman amongst them Orl: And what of that Tom Why strike you downe the men and then let me alone to thrust in the woman Orl: No I am challenged the single fight Syrra i st you challenge me the combate Brand: Franticke companion lunatick wood Get thee hence or else I vow by heauen Thy madnes shall not priuiledge thy life Orl: I tell thee villaine Medor wrongd me so Sith thou art come his Champion to the field I le learne thee know I am the Palatine Alarum They fight Orlando kills Brandemart and all the rest flie but Angelica Org: Looke my Lord here 's one kild Orl: Who kild him Org: You my Lord I thinke Orl: I No no I see who kild him He goeth to Angelica and knowes her not Come hither gentle sir whose prowesse hath performde such an act thinke not the curteous Palatine will hinder that thine Honour hath atchieude Orgalio fetch me a sword that presently this squire may be dubd a Knight Ange: Thankes gentle Fortune that sendes mee such good hap Rather to die by him I love so deare Than live and see my Lord thus lunaticke
Orgalio is not my loue like those purple coloured swans That gallop by the Coach of Cynthia Org: Yes marry is shee my Lord Orl: Is not her face siluerd like that milke-white shape When loue came dauncing downe to Semele Org: It is my Lord Then goe thy waies and clime vp to the Clowds And tell Apollo that Orlando sits Making of verses for Angelica And if he doo denie to send me downe The shirt which Deianyra sent to Hercules To make me braue vpon my wedding day Tell him I le passe the Alpes and vp to Meroe I know he knowes that watrie lakish hill And pull the harpe out of the minstrells hands And pawne it vnto louely Proserpine That she may fetch the faire Angelica Org: But my Lord Apollo is a sleepe will not heare me Orl: Then tell him he is a sleepy knaue But sirra let no body trouble mee for I must lie downe a while and talke with the starres Enter Fidler Org: What old acquaintance well met Fidler Ho you would haue me play Angelica againe would ye not Org: Not but I can tell thee where thou mayest earne two or three shillings this morning euen with the turning of a hand Fidler Two or three shillinges tush thou wot cossen me thou but and thou canst tell where I may earne a groate I le giue thee sixe pence for thy paines Org: Then play a fit of mirth to my Lord Fid: Why he is mad still is he not Org: No no come play Fidler At which side dooth he vse to giue his reward Org: Why of anie side Fidler Doth he not vse to throw the chamber pot sometimes T would greeue me he should wet my fiddle strings Org: Tush I warrant thee He playes and sings any odde toy and Orlando wakes Orl: Who is this Shan Cuttelero hartely welcome Shan Cuttelero Fidler No sir you should haue said Shan the Fidideldero Orl: What hast thou brought me my sword He takes away his fiddle Fidler A sword No no sir that 's my fiddle Orl: But dost thou think the temper to be good And will it hold when thus and thus we Medor do assaile He strikes and beates him with the fiddle Fidler Lord sir you le breake my liuing You told me your master was not mad Orl: Tel me why hast thou mard my sword The pummell 's well the blade is curtald short Villaine why hast thou made it so Fidler O Lord Sir will you answere this He breakes it about his head Exit Fidler Enter Melissa with a glasse of Wine Orl. Orgalio who is this Orga. Faith my Lord some old witch I thinke Mel. O that my Lord woulde but conceit my tale Then would I speake and hope to finde redresse Orl: Faire Polixena the pride of Illion Feare not Achilles ouer-madding boy Pyrrus shall not c. Sounes Orgalio why sufferest thou this old trot to come so nigh me Orga: come come stand by your breath stinkes Orl: What be all the Trogians fled Then giue me some drinke Mel: Here Palatine drinke and euer be thou better for this draught Orl: What here the paltrie bottle that Darius quaft Hee drinkes and she charmes him with her wand and lies downe to sleepe Else would I set my mouth to Tygres streames And drinke vp ouerflowing Euphrates My eyes are heauie and I needs must sleep Melissa striketh with her wande and the Satyres enter with musicke and plaie round about him which done they staie he awaketh and speakes What shewes are these that fill mine eies With view of such regard as heauen admires To see my slumbring dreames Skies are fulfild with lampes of lasting ioy That boast the pride of haught Latonas sonne He lightneth all the candles of the night Nymosene hath kist the kingly Ioue And entertaind a feast within my brains Making her daughter solace on my brow Mee thinks I feele how Cinthya tunes conceites Of sad repent and meloweth those desires Which phrensies scares had ripened in my head Ate I le kisse thy restlesse cheeke a while And suffer vile repent to bide controll He lieth downe againe Mel: O vos Silvani Satyri Faunique Deaque Nymphae Hamadriades Driades Persaeque potentes O vos qui colttes lacusque laeosque profundos Infernasque domus nigra palatia Ditis Tuque Demogorgon qui noctis fata gubernas Qui regis infernum solemque solumque coelumque Exaudite preces filiasque auferte micantes In caput Orlandi coelestes spargite lympus Spargite quis misere reuocetur raptator vmbras Orlando infoelix anima Then let the musicke play before him and so goe forth Orl: What sights what shewes what fearefull shapes are these More dreadfull then appeard to Hecuba When fall of Troy was figured in her sleepe Iuno mee thought sent downe from heauen by loue Came swiftly sweeping through the gloomy aire And calling Fame the Satyres and the nymphs She gaue them viols full of heauenly dew With that mounted on her parti-coloured coach Being drawen with peacockes proudly through the aire She flew with Iris to the sphere of loue What fearefull thoughts arise upon this show What desert groue is this How thus disguisde Where is Orgalio Orgal: Here my Lord Orl: Sirah how came I thus disguisde Like made Orestes quaintly thus disguisd Orl: Like mad Orestes nay my Lord you may boldly iustifie the comparison for Orestes was neuer so mad in his life as you were Orl: What was I mad What furie hath inchanted me Mel: A furie sure worse than Megera was That reft her sonne from trustie Pilades Orl: Why what art thou some Sybel or some goddesse freely speake Mel: Time not affoords to tell each circumstance But thrice hath Cynthia changde her hiew Since thou infected with a lunasie Hast gadded vp and downe these lands groues Performing strange and ruthfull stratagemes All for the loue of faire Angelica Whome thou with Medor didst suppose plaide false But Sacrepant had grauen these rundelaies To sting thee with infecting iealousie The swaine that tolde thee of their oft conuerse Was seruant vnto Countie Sacrepant And trust me Orlando Angelica though true to thee Is banisht from the court And Sacrepnat this daie bids battel to Marsillius The armies readie are to giue assaile And on a hill that ouerpeeres them both Stands all the worthie matchles peeres of France Who are in quest to seeke Orlando out Muse not at this for I haue tolde thee true I am she that cured thy disease Here take these weapons giuen thee by the fates And hie thee Countie to the battell straight Or: Thanks sacred Goddes for thy helping hand Thether will I hie to be reuengd Alarmes Exit Enter Sacrepant crowned and pursuing Marsillus and Mandrecard Sacre: Viceroyes you are dead For Sacrepant alreadie crownd a king Heaues up his sword to have your diadems Mar: Traitor not dead or anie wit dismaide For deare we prize the smallest droppe of bloud Enter Orlando with a scarfe before his face Orl: