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REPRINTS r Wo. -b.-? 

This reprint of the 15*94 edition of Orlando Furioso 
has been prepared by the General Editor and 
checked by Robert B. M c Kerrow. 

Dec. i 9 o6. W. W. Greg. 

Orlando Furioso is mentioned in two entries on 
the Stationers' Register belonging respectively to 
the years 15-93 and 15^4: 

7 Decembris 

Entred for his copie vnder thandes of the wardens, a plaie John Danter / 
booke, intituled, the historye of Orlando ff urioso./ one of the xij Cft*ff 
peeres of Ffraunce .............. vj d sent of John 

Danter to 

[Arber's Transcript, II. 64.1.] Cuthbert Burbye. 

vc patet. a8. maij. 

xxviij die Maij 

Entred for his copie by consent of John Danter. and by warraunt Cuthbert Bur- 
from Master warden Cawood vnder his hande. A booke en- 
tytuled. The historic of Orlando furioso. &c Prouided alwaies, 
and yt is agreed that soe often as the same booke shalbe printed. 
the saide John Danter to have thimpryntinge thereof./ . . vj d 

[Arber's Transcript, II. 

The first quarto was duly printed by Danter for 
Burby in 1 5-94, while a second was printed for the 
same in 15-99 by Banter's successor, Simon Stafford 
(Herb. 1299). These are the only old editions 
known. Copies of the quarto of 15-94 are m tn e 
British Museum (C. 34. c. 38) and Dyce libraries. 
The British Museum copy is perfect except for the 
two blank leaves, but has the date on the title-page 
cropt, the last leaf slightly mutilated, and the head 
lines of 03 cut off. The Dyce copy wants, besides 
the blanks, A3 and the whole of sheet F, which 
have been supplied in modern reprint, but fortu 
nately makes good the deficiencies of the British 

Museum copy. Of the quarto of i y 99 copies exist 
in the British Museum (C. 34. h. 13), Bodleian, 
Dyce, and Huth libraries. The first two and the 
last of these are perfect, except for a blank leaf 
at the end, though the title-page of the British 
Museum copy is slightly mutilated, but the Dyce 
copy wants the first (title) and last leaves of sig. A, 
which have again been supplied in modern reprint. 
Both editions are printed in roman type, that of 
the earlier closely corresponding in size to modern 
English (20 11. = 93 mm.), that of the later ap 
proaching nearer Great Primer (20 11.= m mm.). 

Besides these two editions there is extant an 
imperfect manuscript of the part of Orlando only, 
preserved among the Alleyn papers at Dulwich 
College. This differs considerably from the printed 

Orlando Furioso is known to have been acted 
by Lord Strangers men at the Rose theatre in the 
year 1^91/2. Henslowe records the fact in his 
Diary (fbl. 7, 1. 7) as follows : 

^ at orlando the xi of febreary xvj 8 vj d 

It is not marked as a new play. 

There is one reasonably conclusive piece of 
evidence as to the authorship. In an anonymous 
pamphlet entitled A Defence of Cony-Catching^ 
directed against Robert Greene, occurs the follow- 


ing passage : < Aske the Queens Players, if you 
sold them not Orlando Furioso for twenty Nobles, 
and when they were in the country, sold the same 
Play to the Lord Admirals men for as much more. 
Was not this plaine Canny-catching Maister 7^. G.? 3 
(15-92, sig. 3). 

The present reprint has been prepared from the 
British Museum copy of the quarto of 15-94. The 
imperfect Dyce copy has also been collated, without, 
however, revealing any variations of importance (see 
1. 1 3 3 1 in first list below). The irregularities of the 
original have been carefully preserved, and a list 
of the more obviously anomalous readings is here 
appended. This list does not, however, record 
errors of punctuation or indentation, since little 
significance can be attached to the practice of the 
original, and it seems impossible to determine the 
limits of admissible variation. It should be stated 
that certain instances of the anomalous use of 
medial c v ' occur in the original ; also that short 
< s ' occurs regularly before c k 5 and < P, and in 
the first or second place when doubled before c i '. 
A second list records the more important variants 
of the quarto of 15-99. This was clearly printed 
from its predecessor, and none of its readings 
suggest independent authority (see 1. 5-28 in first 
list). No variations between the different copies 
have been observed. 



(together with the corresponding readings of the Quarto of 15*99, 
and a few conjectures). 

78 Pirothousfor (15*99 

Pirothous for) 
119 Anthropagei 
187 Super fedeas 

470 him with ( 1 5*9 9 him) with) 
5-28 Tfiphone t emprin g ( 1 5*99 

Tfiphone tempering) 
560 eates (i^c? eares) 
6^.6 the (15:99 thy) 
7x3 wills (i yc^willes; ? wiles) 
844 God (15*99 Good) 
879-80 An- |lica (1599 An- | 

Ilj6 speaker's name omitted 

(1599 Or Ian.) 
1 1 84. min 

Entet (1599 Enter) 
come (15*99 Come) 
1 15* 3 and lies ( 1 5*99 and he lies) 
1177 colttes . . . laeofque (1599 

colites . . . locofque) 
1305 made (15*99 mad) 
1306" Orl : (15- 99 Orgalio.) 

orfome (Aztf /^/f^r defaced-^ 

15-99 or fome) 
Sacrepnat (Dyce only ; 
B.-Af. and 15-99 Sacre- 

Marfillius (1599 Marfillus) 
fedulet (i5'99 , ? fchedule; 
higgeft (15:99 higheft- 

Pbiggeft) ' 
1495- Mam : (i5'99 Mandre.) 


Both the Italian and Latin verses contain a number oh mis 
prints. Dyce corrected them as follows : 

11. 731-9- 

O femminile ingegno, de [? di] tutti mali sede, 

Come ti volgi e muti facilmente, 

Contrario oggetto proprio de la [? della] fede ! 

O infelice, o miser chi ti crede ! 

Importune, superbe, dispettose, 

Prive d' amor 5 di fede, e di consiglio, 

Temerarie, crudeli, inique, ingrate, 

Per pestilenza eterna al mondo nate. 

(Cf. Ariosto, canto xxvii, sts. 117 and in.) 

11. 1177-84- 

O vos Silvani, Satyri, Faunique, deaeque, 
Nymphae Hamadryades, Dryades, Parcxque potentes 
O vos qui colitis lacusque locosque proftmdos, 
Infernasque domus et nigra palatia Ditis ! 
Tuque Demogorgon, qui noctis fata gubernas, 
Qui regis mfernum solium, ccelumque, solumquc ! 
Exaudite preces, filiasque auferte micantes ; 
In caput Orlandi celestes spargite lymphas, 
Spargite, quis misere revocetur rapta per umbras 
Orlandi infelix anima. 


24. Oryzon 

4.16" had 

44. feeke 

441 All arum . . . 

5:4. Statutes 


139 Put 

4.71 JLxeunt omnes. 

174. thine honour 

701 as his 

189 againft 

y n can not 

245"-6 divide after 

5:17 ye home to 


569 I will play 

24.8 Manet 

677 new line^ as 

269 Make 


187 friend 

707 Delicious bow 

302 thou not 


31? AfFrica 

74.1 divide as verse 

34.5: takeft thou me 

after Medor, 

35-9 flame 

74.7 Aske 

3^1 make 

771 him by 

$6770 divide as 

773 Enter the Duke 

verse after 

86? tell thee 

honour : . . . 

878 doe you beate 

daughter . . . 

897 tell your 


934. if yee 

377 omit omnes 

9 3 4. y divide as verse 

395: is't that 

after Lord, 


24-8 line omitted. 

961 we will not 

982 flee 

987 goes ^ 

998-9 divide as 
verse after 

1 01 1 thou not finde 
1014. fends 
1038 what was 
104.0 you to take 
104.7 *- na ^ fei re 
1067 yee doe 
1075: feeke 
1077 thefe 
1 1 68 omit Orgalio 
1172 white milke 
1092 Enter a Midler 
1219 me a fword? 
1 22 1 No fir 
1229 curtail 
125-0 What's here, 
Mine eyes 


1311 furie worfe 
1334 Stand 
1341 A II arums. Ex 
eunt omnes. 
1348 nor anie 
1354 flee 

135-8 Exeunt Kings. 
1363 burne 
1373 came 
1408 Exit Orlando. 
1413 holde 
1418 put out thy 

1449 through 

1455- burning loue 

14.68 can excufe 

1469 flee 

15-07 as was proud 

1 5- 8 -L you Peeres 


in order of entrance. 

Peers of France, 

MARSILLUS, Emperor of Africa. 
The Soldan of Egypt. 
RODAMANT, King of Cuba. 
MANDRECARD, King of Mexico. 
BRANDEMART, King of the 


ORLANDO, County Palatine. 
ANGELICA, daughter of Mar- 


his Man. 

ORGALIO, page of Orlando. 
The Duke of AQUITAINE. 

Attendants, Soldiers, Peers of France, Satyrs. 

The County Rossilion, though he is mentioned in the stage 
direction as entering with the Duke of Aquitaine, has no part 
assigned to him. Both are friends of Orlando. Medor is 
apparently a servant of Marsillus. The Fidler is the same as 
the clown who has already appeared dressed as Angelica (1. 1017), 
and is probably either Tom or Rafe. The spelling of several of 
the names varies slightly. 


a Soldier of Rodamant. 


a Soldier of Marsillus. 

TOM ) . 

RAPE } Clowns. 





a Fidler. 

MELISSA, an enchantress. 

The thanks of the Society are due to Mr. A. H, 
Huth for access to his copy of the quarto of 1799. 


Orlando Furiofo 

One of the twelue Pieres of 

Asft was.plai<j btfore the Queenes Maieftie, 

L O N D O H 

!Prifltedby lohnDanter Tor Cuthbert Burble, ?tid are to be 
fold at his (hojp nere the Royali Exchange. 
. x 5 9. 4- 




Orlando Furiofo 

One of the twelue Pieres of 

Enter Marfillus the Emperour of Affrica , and Angelica 
his Daughter, the Soldane, the King of Cuba, Mandrecar^ 
Brandeinart , Orlando, County Sacrepant, with others. 


I&orious^Princes fummond to ^ppeare 
AVithin the Continent of Africa, 
From feauenfoklNylus toTaprobany, 
Where faire Apollo darting forth his light 

From Gadis II and? vvhef e fto^ t Hercules,^ 
A iij. Imblafdc 

QUARTO OF 1 5-94 (B.M.). A3 RECTO. 

v .*., ,- : He licthdownc again?. 

Tuque DemogprgoH qui n 

gut nfis infer 

xawUteprccc$J!li*fjtit aafe 

Jn CAput OrLtndi cvlyttsJpArgitt lymftv, 

ifatrtuic&ur rafUtor vmbra* 
lix anim*. 

Then let ?hc mufickeplay before hira > andfb 

Let corneand trees be blafted from abouc, > 
Hcauen turnetobrafle > & earth to wedgeofrtcef 
The worldc to cinders , Mars come thundering 


And neuer (heath thy fwift reucngingfwoord^ 
Till like the deluge in Dewcalions dales, 
Thehiggeft mountaines fwinimc in ftreamesof 


Heauen^eartl^menjbeafts , & euerie liumg thing 
Confumc and end with countie Sacrepan u ? 





S6 rich (hall be the nibbifli of our barkes* 
Tane here for ballas to the ports of France, 
That Charles himfelfe (hall wonder at the fight 
Thus Lordings when our bankettings be done, 
And Orlando efpowfed to Angelica, 
Week furrow through the mouing O<!can, 



(The same ornament occurs in the Quarto of 
of the text on H 5 recto.) 

at the end 




cencs Mac/lie* 

Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford^ 

for Githbcrt Burby : And arc to be fold at his (hop 

ftccrc etc Royall Exchange. 

^ /^ - -i 






Pcercs of France. 

Marfillustbc Empcrwr of^Ajfric^ 
gclica his daughter , the Soldanc, the King 
Mandrccdrd, Brandemart, Orlando , Lountic 

pant with others. 


Iftorioiis Princes fummon'd to appearc 
Within the Continent of Affrica, 
From fetrenfold Nilus to Taprobany, 
Where feire Apollo darting foorth his 
Playes on the Seas . (light 

where ftoute Hercules, 

Imbla/de liis Trophees on two ports of brafle, 

To Tanais whofe Cwfft declining flouds, 

Inuirons rich Europ to the North, 

A i. ' All 




Orlando Furiolb 

One of the twelue Pieres of 

As it was plaid before the Queenes Maieftie. 


Printed by lohn Danter for Cuthbert Burbie, and are to be 

fold at his fhop nere the Royall Exchange. 

i ? 94- 



Orlando Furiofo 

One of the twelue Pieres of 


Enter Marfillus the Emperour of Affrica, and Angelica ^ 
his Daughter, the Soldane, the King of Cuba, Mandrecard, sc ' ' 
Brandemart, Orlando, County Sacrepant, with others. 


Ictorious Princes fummond to appeare 
Within the Continent of Africa, 
From feauenfold Nylus to Taprobany, 
Where faire Apollo darting forth his light 
Plaies on the Seas. 
From Gadis Hands where ftowt Hercules, 

A iij. Imblafde 



Imblafde his trophees on two pofts of brafle, 
To Tanais whofe fwift declining flouds, 
Inuirons rich Europa to the North, 
All fetcht from out your Courts by beauty to this Coast, 
To feeke and fue for faire Angelica. 
Sith none but one muft haue this happy prize, 
At which you all haue leueld long your thoughts : 
Set each man forth his pasfions how he can, 
And let her Cenfure make the happieft man. 


The faireft flowre that glories Affrica, 
Whofe beauty Phoebus dares not dafh with fhowres, 
Ouer whofe Clymate neuer hung a Clowde, 
But fmiling Titan lights the Horyzon : 
Egypt is mine and there I hold my State, 
Seated in Cairye and in Babylon ; 
From thence the matchlefle beauty of Angelica, 
Whofe hew as bright as are thofe iiluer Doues, 
That wanton Venus manth vpon her fift, 
3 o Forft me to crofle and cut th'atlanticke Seas, 
To ouerfearch 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 fhield, 
Refounding on their Crefts and tturdy Helmes 
Topt high with Plumes, like Mars his Burgonet, 
Inchafing on their Curats with my blade, 
That none fo faire, as faire Angelica. 



But leaning thefe fuch glories as they be, 

I loue my Lord, let that fuffize for me. 40 


Cuba my feate, a Region fo inricht, 

With fauours fparkling from the fmiling heauens, 

As thofe that feekes for trafficke to my Coaft, 

Accounted like that wealthy Paradice, 

From whence floweth Gyhon and fwift Euphrates : 

The earth within her bowels hath inwrapt, 

As in the masfie ftorehowfe of the world, 

Millions of gold as bright as was the Ihowre, 

That wanton loue fent downe to Danae : 50 

Marching from thence to manage Armes abroade, 

I paft the triple parted Regiment, 

That froward Saturne gaue vnto his fonnes, 

Erecting Statues of my Chiualry , 

Such and fo braue as neuer Hercules, 

Vowd for the loue of louely lole : 

But leauing thefe fuch glories as they be, 

I loue my Lord, let that fuffize for me. 


And I my Lord am Mandrecarde of Mexico, 60 

Whofe Clymate fayrer than Tyberius, 
Seated beyond the Sea of Trypoly, 
And richer than the plot Hefperides, 
Or that fame He wherein Vlyfles loue, 



Luld in her lap the young Telegone, 

That did but Venus tread a daintie ftep, 

So would fhee like the land of Mexico, 

As Paphos and braue Cypres fet afide, 

With me fweete louely Venus would abide. 
7 o From thence mounted vpon a Spanifli Barke, 

Such as tranfported lafon to the fleece : 

Come from the South, I furrowd Neptunes Seas, 

Northeaft as far as is the frofen Rhene, 

Leauing faire Voya croft vp Danuby, 

As hie as Saba whofe inhaunimg ftreames, 

Cuts twixt the Tartares and the Rusfians : 

There did I act as many braue attempts, 

As did Pirothousfor his Proferpine. 

But leauing thefe fuch glories as they be, 
80 I loue my Lord, let that fuffize for me. 


The bordring Hands feated here in ken, 
Whofe fhores are fprinkled with rich Orient Pearle, 
More bright of hew than were the Margarets, 
That Csefar found in wealthy Albion, 
The fands of Tagus all of burnifht golde, 
Made Thetis neuer prowder on the Clifts, 
That ouerpiere the bright and golden fhore, 
Than doo the rubbifli of my Country Seas : 
9 o And what I dare, let fay the Portingale, 

And Spaniard tell, who mand with mighty Fleetes, 
Came to fubdue my Hands to their King, 



Filling our feas with ftately Argofies, 
Caluars and Magars hulkes of burden great, 
Which Brandemart rebated from his coaft, 
And fent them home ballaft with little wealth. 
But leauing thefe fuch glories as they bee, 
I loue (my Lord) let that suffile for mee. 

Orl: Lords of the South, & Princes of efteeme, 
Viceroyes vnto the State of Affrica : I00 

I am no King, yet am I princely borne, 
Defcended from the royall houfe of France, 
And nephew to the mightie Charlemaine, 
Surnamde Orlando the Countie Palatine. 
Swift Fame that founded to our Wefterne feas 
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 iiluer fteps, 
And fprinkles from the folding of her lap, no 

White lillies, rofes and fweete 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 fweet conuerling with my King and frends, 
(Left all for loue) might well haue kept mee backe ; 
The Seas by Neptune hoyfed to the heauens, 
Whofe dangerous flawes might well haue kept me 
The fauage Mores & Anthropagei (backe ; 

Whofe lands I paft might well haue kept me backe ; 120 
The doubt of entertainment in the Court 
When I arriude might well haue kept me backe : 

B But 

But fo the fame of faire Angelica, 
Stampt in my thoughts the figure of her loue, 
As neither Country, King, or Seas, or Cannibals, 
Could by difpairing keep Orlando backe. 
I lift not boaft in acts of chiualrie, 
(An humor neuer fitting with my minde) 
But come there forth the proudeft champion 

130 That hath fufpition in the Palatine, 
And with my truftie fword Durandell 
Single, He regifter vpon his helme, 
What I dare doo for faire Angelica. 
But leauing thefe, fuch glories as they bee ; 
I loue my Lord. 

Angelica her felfe fhall fpeak for mee. (alleadgd, 
Mar: Daughter thou hearft what loue hath here 
How all thefe Kings by beautie fummond here, 
Puts in their pleas for hope of Diademe, 

140 Of noble deeds, of welth and chiualrie, 
All hoping to pollefle Angelica. 
Sith fathers will may hap to ayme amifle, 
(For parents thoughts in loue oft ftep awrie) 
Choofe thou the man who belt contenteth thee, 
And he fhall weare the Affricke Crowne next mee. 
For truft me Daughter, like of whom thou pleafe, 
Thou fatisfide, my thoughts fhall be at eafe. 

Ang: Kings of the South, Viceroyes of Affrica, 
Sith Fathers will hangs on his Daughters choyce, 

i?o And I as earft Princefle Andromache, 
Seated amidft the crue of Priams fonnes, 
Haue libertie to chufe where beft I loue ; 


Muft freely fay, for fancie hath no fraud, 
That farre vnworthie is Angelica 
Of fuch as deigne to grace her with their loues. 
The Souldan with his feate in Babylon, 
The Prince of Cuba and of Mexico, 
Whole welthie crownes might win a womans will ; 
Yong Brandemard matter of all the lies, 
Where Neptune planted hath his treafurie : 160 

The worft of thefe men of fo high import, 
As may command a greater Dame than I. 
But Fortune or fome deep infpiring fate, 
Venus or elfe the baftard brat of Mars, 
Whofe bow commands the motions of the minde, 
Hath fent proud loue to enter fuch a plea, 
As nonfutes all your Princely euidence, 
And flat commands that maugre Maieftie, 
I chufe Orlando, Countie Palatine. 

Ro: How likes Marfillus of his daughters choice^ 1 70 
Mar: As fits Mariillus of his daughters fpoufe. 
Ro: Highly thou wrongft vs, King of Affrica, 
To braue thy neighbor Princes with difgrace, 
To tye thy honor to thy daughters thoughts, 
Whofe choyce is like that Greekifh giglots loue, 
That left her Lord Prince Menelaus, 
And with a fwaine made fcape away to Troy. 
What is Orlando but a ftragling mate, 
Banifht for fome offence by Charlemaine, 
Skipt from his country as Anchifes fonne, 180 

And meanes as he did to the Carthage Queene, 
To pay her ruth and ruine for her loue. 

B ij Orl: 


Orl: Iniurious Cuba, ill it fits thy gree 
To wrong a ftranger with difcurtefie. 
Wert not the facred prefence of Angelica 
Preuailes with me (as Venus fmiles with Mars) 
To fet a Super fedeas of my wrath, 
Soone fhould I teach thee what it were to braue. 

Man: And French man wert not gainft the law of 
190 In place of parly for to draw a fword, (armes 

Vntaught companion I would learne you know 
What dutie longs to fuch a Prince as hee. 

Orl: Then as did Hector fore Achilles Tent, 
Trotting his Courfer foftly on the plaines, 
Proudly darde forth the ftouteft youth of Greece : 
So who ftands hieft 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, 
ioo He fhall ere night be met and combatted. 

Mar: Shame you not Princes at this bad agree, 
To wrong a ftranger with difcurtefie. 
Beleeue me Lords, my daughter hath made choice, 
And mauger him that thinkes him moft agreeud, 
She fhall enioy the Countie Palatine. 

Bran: But would thefe Princes folow my aduife 
And enter armes as did the Greekes gainft Troy ; 
Nor he nor thou fhouldft haue Angelica. 

Rod: Let him be thought a daftard to his death, 
* 10 That will not fell the trauells he hath paft, 
Dearer than for a womans fooleries. 
What faies the mightie Mandricard ? 



Man: I vow to hie me home to Mexico, 
To troop my felfe with fuch a crew of men, 
As fliall f o fill the downes of Affrica 
Like to the plaines of watrie Theflalie, 
When as an Eafterne gale whittling aloft 
Had ouerfpred the ground with Grafhoppers. 
Then fee Marlillus if the Palatine 
Can keep his Loue from falling to our lots, 
Or thou canft keep thy Countrey free from fpoile. 

Mar: Why think you Lords with hautie menaces 
To dare me out within my Pallace gates ? 
Or hope you to make conqueft by conftraint 
Of that which neuer could be got by loue ? 
Pafle from my Court, make haft out of my land, 
Stay not within the bounds Marlillus holas ; 
Leaft little brooking thefe vnfitting braues, 
My cholar ouer-flip the law of Armes, 
And I inflict reuenge on fuch abufe. 

Rod: He beard & braue thee in thy proper town, 
And here inskonce my felfe defpite of thee, 
And hold thee play till Mandricard returne. 
What faies the mightie Souldan of Egypt ? 

Sol: That when Prince Menelaus with all his 
Had ten yeres held their fiege in Afia, (mates, 
Folding their wrothes in cinders of faire Troy : 
Yet for their armes grew by conceit of loue, 
Their Trophees was but conqueft of a girle : 
Then truft me Lords He neuer manage armes, 
For womens loues that are fo quickly loft. 

Bran: Tufh my Lords why ftand you vpori termes 

B iij. Let 

Let vs to our Skonce, and you my Lord to Mexico. 

Exeunt Kings. 

Orl: I firs, inskonce ye how you can, fee what 
And thereon let your reft, (we dare, 

Exeunt Omnes. 

Manent Sacrepant and his man. 

Sac: Boaft not too much Marfillus in thy felfe, 
Nor of contentment in Angelica ; 
For Sacrepant muft haue Angelica, 
And with her Sacrepant muft haue the Crowne : 
By hooke or crooke I muft and will haue both. 
Ah fweet Reuenge incenfe their angrie mindes, 
Till all thefe Princes weltring in their blouds, 
The Crowne doo fall to Countie Sacrepant. 
Sweet are the thoughts that fmother from conceit : 
For when I come and fet me downe to reft, 
My chaire prefents a throne of Maieftie : 

^6o And when I fet my bonnet on my head, 
Me thinkes I fit my forhead for a Crowne : 
And when I take my trunchion in my fift, 
A Scepter then comes tumbling in my thoughts. 
My dreames are Princely, all of Diademes, 
Honor : me thinkes the title is too bafe. 
Mightie, glorious and excellent : 
I thefe my glorious Genius found within my mouth 
Thefe pleafe the eare, and with a fweet applaufe, 
Makes me in tearmes coequall with the Gods. 

170 Then thefe Sacrepant, and none but thefe. 



And thefe or elfe make hazard of thy life. 
Let it fuffice, I will conceale the reft. 

Man. My Lord. 

Sacrep: My Lord. How bafely was this Slaue 

brought vp ? 

That knowes no titles fit for dignitie, 
To grace his Matter with Hyperboles. 
My Lord . Why the bafeft Baron of f aire Affrica, 
Deferues as much : yet Countie Sacrepant, 
Muft he a fwaine falute with name of Lord. 
Sirra, what thinkes the Emperor of my colours, 
Becaufe in field I weare both blue and red at once ? 

Man. They deeme my Lord, your Honor liues 

at peace, 

As one thats newter in thefe mutinies, 
And couets to reft equall frends to both : 
Neither enuious to Prince Mandricard, 
Nor wifhing ill vnto Marfillus, 

That you may fafely pafle where ere you pleafe, 290 
With frendly falutations from them both. 

Sac: I, fo they gefle, but leuell farre awrie ; 
For if they knew the fecrets of my thoughts, 
Mine Embleme forteth to another fenfe. 
I weare not thefe as one refolud to peace, 
But blue and red as enemie to both. 
Blue, as hating King Mariillus ; 
And red, as in reuenge to Mandricard : 
Foe vnto both, frend onely to my felfe, 
And to the crowne, for thats the golden marke, 50 o 



Which makes my thoughts dreame on a Diademe 

Seeft not thou all men prefage I fhall be King : 

Marfillus fends 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 thofe my good Lord. 

Sacr: Firft muft I get the loue of faire Angelica. 
Now am I full of amorous conceits, 
Not that I doubt to haue what I defire, 
310 But how I might beft with mine honor woo, 
Write, or intreate : fie that fitteth not, 
Send by Ambafladors : no thats too bale. 
Flatly command I thats for Sacrepant : 
Say thou art Sacrepant and art in loue 
And who in Affricke dare fay the Countie nay. 
O Angelica, fairer then Chloris when in al her pride 
Bright Mayas fonne intrapt her in the net, 
Wherewith Vulcan intangled the God of warre. 

Man: Your honor is fo far in contemplation of 
310 Angelica, 

As you haue forgot the fecond in attaining to the 

Sac: Thats to be done by poyfon, prowefle, or 
anie meanes of treacherie to put to death the trai- 
trous Orlando. But who is this comes here. Stand 

Enter Orgalio Orlandos Page. 

Org: I am fent on imbafTage to the right migh- 



tie and magnificent: alias, the right proud and pon- 
tificall the Countie Sacrepant. For Marlillus & Or- 330 
lando knowing him to be as full of prowefle as po- 
licie,and fearing leatt in leaning to the other faction, 
hee might greatly preiudice them, they feeke firft to 
hold the candle before the diuell : & knowing hym 
to be a Thrafonicall mad-cap, they haue fent mee a 
Gnathonicall companion, to giue him lettice fit for 
his lips. Now fir, knowing his aftronomical humors, 
as one that gazeth fo high at the ftarres, as he neuer 
looketh on the pauement in the ftreetes. But whift, 
Lupus eft in fabula. 340 

Sac: Sirra, thou that ruminateft to thy felfe a ca 
talogue of priuie confpiracies, what art thou ? 

Org: God faue your Maieftie > 

Sac: My Maieftie, come hether my well nutri- 
mented Knaue, whom takeft me to bee ? 

Org: The mightie Mandricard of Mexico. 

Sacr: I hold thefe falutations as omynous, for 
faluting mee by that which I am not, hee prefageth 
what I fhall be ; for fo did the Lacedemonians by A- 
gathocles, who of a bafe potter, wore the Kingly 350 
Diadem, but why deemeft thou me to be the migh 
tie Mandricard of Mexico ? 

Org: Marie fir. 

Sacr: Stay there, wert thou neuer in France. 

Org: Yes, if it pleafe your Maieftie. 

Sac: So it feemes for there they falute their king 
by the name of Sir, Mounfier, but forward. 

Org: Such fparkes of peerlefle Maieftie, 

C From 

From thofe looks flames like lightning from the Eaft 
3<?o As either Mandricard, or elfe fome greater Prince. 
Sac: Me thinks thefe falutations makes my thoghts 
To be heroicall. But fay to whom art thou fent > 

Org: To the Countie Sacrepant. 

Sacr: Why I am he. 

Org: It pleafeth your Maieftie to iest. 

Sacr: What ere I feeme, I tell thee I am he. 

Org: Then may it pleafe your honor : the Em 
peror Marfillus together with his daughter Angeli 
ca and Orlando entreateth your Excellencie to dine 
370 with them. 

Sacr: Is Angelica there ? 

Org: There my good Lord. 

Sacr: Sirra. 

Man. My Lord. 

Sacr: Villaine, Angelica fends for me. 
See that thou entertaine that happie meflenger. 
And bring him in with thee. Exeunt omnes. 

Enter Orlando the Duke of Aquitaine, the 
Countie Rofsilion with fouldiers. 

380 Orl: Princesof France, thefparkling light of fame, 
Whofe glories brighter than the burniflit gates, 
From whence Latonas lordly fonne doth march, 
When mounted on his coach tinfeld 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 ThefTaly, 



Which feuds abroad, and fearcheth for his pray ; 

And being gotten, ftraight he gallops home, 

As one that dares not breake a fpeare in field. 

But truft me Princes I haue girt his fort, 39 o 

And I will facke it, or on this Caftle wall, 

He write my refolution with my blood. 

Therefore drum found a parle. 

Sound a Parle, and one comes vpon the walls. 

Sol: Who is that troubleth our fleepes ? 

Orl: Why fluggard, feeft thou not Lycaons fon 
The hardie plough-fwaine vnto might ie loue, 
Hath tracde his filuer furrowes in the heauens, 
And turning home his ouer-watched teeme, 
Giues leaue vnto Apollos Chariot. 4 oo 

I tell thee fluggard, fleep is farre vnfit 
For fuch as ftill haue hammering in their heads, 
But onely hope of honor and reuenge. 
Thefe cald me forth to roufe thy mafter vp. 
Tell him from me, falfe coward as he is, 
That Orlando the Countie Palatine, 
Is come this morning with a band of French, 
To play him huntf-vp with a poynt of warre. 
He be his minftrell with my drum and fife : 
Bid him come forth, and dance it if he dare, 410 

Let Fortune throw her fauors where fhe lift. 

Sol: French-man between halfe fleeping & awake 
Although the myftie vayle ftraind ouer Cynthia, 
Hinders my fight from noting all thy crue : 

C ij. Yet 

Yet for I know thee and thy ftragling groomes 
Can in conceit build Caftles in the Skie : 
But in your actions like the ftammering Greeke, 
Which breathes his courage bootlefle in the aire. 
I wifh thee well Orlando : get thee gone, 

4* Say that a Centynell did fuffer thee : 

For if the Round or Court of Card fhould heare 
Thou or thy men were braying at the walls, 
Charles welth the welth of all his Wefterne mynes, 
Found in the mountaines of Tranfalpine France, 
Might not pay ranfome to the King for thee. 

Orl: Braue Centynell if nature hath inchaft, 
A fympathie of courage to thy tale, 
And like the champion of Andromache, 
Thou or thy matter dare come out the gates. 

43oMaugre the watch, the round, or Court of gard, 
I will attend to abide the coward here. 
If not, but ftill the crauin fleepes fecure, 
Pitching his gard within a trench of ftones ; 
Tell him his walls fhall ferue him for no proofe, 
But as the fonne of Saturne in his wrath 
Pafht all the mountaines at Typheus head, 
And toplie turuie turnd the bottome vp, 
So fhall the Cattle of proud Rodamant : 
And fo braue Lords of France, lets to the fight. 

Exeunt omnes. 

Alarums. Rodamant and Brandemart flie. 

sc. Hi 

Enter Orlando with his coate. 


Orl: The Foxe is fcapde, but heres his cafe : 
I mift him nere, twas time for him to trudge. 
How now my Lord of Aquitaine ? 

Aquit: My Lord, the Court of gard is put vnto 

the fword, 

And all the watch that thought themfelues fo fure ; 
So that not one within the Caftle breaths. 

Orl: Come then, lets poft amaine to finde out 

And then in triumph march vnto Marfillus. Exeunt 

Enter Medor and Angelica. ^ ct n 

sc. i 

An: I meruaile Medor what my father meanes 
To enter league with Countie Sacrepant ? 

Med: Madam, the king your fathers wife inough, 
He knowes the Countie (like to Cafsius) 
Sits fadly dumping, ayming Cxfars death, 
Yet crying Ave to his Maieftie. 

But Madame marke a while, and you ftiall fee, 4 ^ 
Your Father {hake him off from fecrecie. 

Ang: So much I gefle, for when he wild I fhould 
Giue entertainment to the doating Earle, 
His fpeach was ended with a frowning fmile. 

Med: Madame, fee where he comes ; He be gone. 

Exit Medor. 

Enter Sacrepant and his man. 

Sacr: How fares my faire Angelica ? 

C iij. Ang: 


Ang: Well that my Lord fo frendly is in league 
47 o (As honor wills him with Marfillus. 

Sac: Angelica fhal I haue a word or two with thee 

Ang: What pleafeth my Lord for to command. 

Sac: Then know my loue, I cannot paint my grief 
Nor tell a tale of Venus and her fonne, 
Reporting fuch a Catalogue of toyes. 
It fits not Sacrepant to be effeminate, 
Onely giue leaue my faire Angelica, 
To fay the Countie is in loue with thee. 

Ang: Pardon my Lord, my loues are ouer-paft, 
480 So firmly is Orlando printed in my thoughts, 
As loue hath left no place for anie elfe. 

Sac: Why ouer-weening Damfel, feeft thou not, 
Thy lawlefle loue vnto this ftragling mate. 
Hath fild our Affrick Regions full of bloud, 
And wilt thou ftill perfeuer in thy loue ? 
Tufh leaue the Palatine, and goe with mee. 

Ang: Braue Countie know where facred Loue 
The knot of Gordion at the fhrine of loue, (vnites, 
Was neuer halfe fo hard or intricate, 
49 As be the bands which louely Venus ties. 
Sweete is my loue : and for I loue my Lord, 
Seek not vnlefle as Alexander did, 
To cut the plough-fwaines traces with thy fword, 
Or flice the llender fillets of my life : 
Or elfe my Lord, Orlando muft 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 pafsions ? 
Shall fuch a Syren offer me more wrong, 
Than they did to the Prince of Ithaca ? 
No : as he his eares, fo Countie ftop thine eye. 
Goe to your needle (Ladie) and your clouts. 
Goe to fuch milk-fops as are fit for loue : 
I will imploy my bufie braines for warre, 

Ang: Let not my Lords deniall breed offence, 
Loue doth allow her fauors but to one, 
Nor can there fit within the facred Ihrine 
Of Venus, more than one inftalled hart. 
Orlando is the Gentleman I loue, 
And more than he may not inioy my loue. 

Sac: Damfell be gone, fancie hath taken leaue ; 
Where I tooke hurt there haue I heald my felfe, 
As thofe that with Achilles lance were wounded, 
Fetcht helpe at felfe fame pointed fpeare. 
Beautie gan braue, and beautie hath repulfe : 
And Beautie get ye gone to your Orlando. 

Exit Angelica. 

Man. My Lord : hath loue amated him whofe 


Haue euer been heroycall and braue ? 
Stand you in dumpes like to the Mirmydon, 
Trapt in the trefles of Polixena : 
Who amid the glorie of his chiualrie, 
Sat daunted with a maid of Afia. 

Sac: Thinkft thou my thoghts are lunacies of loue ? 
No, they are brands fierd in Plutoes forge, 


Where fits Tfiphone tempring in flames 
Thofe torches that doo fet on fire Reuenge. 
530 1 lovd the Dame, but bravd by her repulfe, 
Hate calls me on to quittance all my ills : 
Which firft muft come by offring preiudice 
Vnto Orlando her beloued Loue. 

Man: O how may that be brought to pafle my 
Lord ? 

Sacr: Thus. Thou feeft that Medor & Angelica 
Are ftill fo fecret in their priuate walkes, 
As that they trace the fhadie lawndes, 
And thickeft fhadowed groues ; 
?4 Which well may breed fufpition of fome Ibue. 
Now than the French no Nation vnder heauen 
Is fooner tutcht with ftings of iealozie. 

Man. And what of that my Lord ? 

Sac: Hard by for folace in a fecret Groue, 
The Countie once a day failes not to walke : 
There folemnly he ruminates his loue. 
Vpon thofe fhrubs that compafle in the fpring, 
And on thofe trees that border in thofe walkes, 
He flily haue engravn on everie barke 
5 jo The names of Medor and Angelica. 

Hard by He haue fome roundelayes hung vp, 
Wherein lhalbe fome pofies of their loues, 
Fraughted fo full of fierie pafsions, 
As that the Countie fhall perceiue by proofe, 
Medor hath won his faire Angelica. 

Man. Is this all my Lord ? (cloathd, 

Sacr: No. For thou like to a Ihepheard fhalt bee 



With ftaffe and bottle like fome countrey fwaine, 

That tends his flockes feeding vpon thefe downes. 

There fee thou buzze into the Counties eates, 

That thou haft often feene within thefe woods 

Bafe Medor {porting with Angelica. 

And when he heares a fhepheards limple tale, 

He will not thinke tis faind. 

Then either a madding mood will end his loue, 

Or worfe betyde him through fond iealozie. 

Man. Excellent. My Lord, fee how I will playe 
the Shepheard. 

Sac: And marke thou how I play the caruer, 
Therefore be gone, and make thee readie ftraight. 570 

Exit his man. 

Sacrepant hangs vp the Roundelayes on the 
trees, and then goes out, and his man enters 
like a fhepheard. 

Shep: Thus all alone and like a fhepheards fwain, 
As Paris (when Oenone lovd him well) 
Forgat he was the fonne of Priamus, 
All clad in gray fate piping on a reed ; 
So I transformed to this Country fhape, 
Haunting thefe groues to worke my matters will, jg 
To plague the Palatine with iealozie, 
And to conceipt him with fome deepe extreame. 
Here comes the man vnto his wonted walke. 

Enter Orlando and his Page Orgalio. 

D Orl: 


Orl: Orgalio, goe fee a Centernell be placde, 
And bid the fouldiers keep a Court of gard, 
So to hold watch till fecret here alone, 
I meditate vpon the thoughts of loue. 

Org: I will my Lord. Exit Orgalio. 

59 Orl: Faire Q^ene of loue, thou miftres of delight, 
Thou gladfome lamp that waitft on Phoebes traine, 
Spredding thy kindnes through the iarring Orbes, 
That in their vnion praife thy lading powres. 
Thou that haft ftaid the fierie Phlegons courfe, 
And madeft the Coach-man of the glorious waine 
To droop, in view of Daphnes excellence. 
Faire pride of morne, fweete beautie of the Eeuen, 
Looke on Orlando languifhing in loue. 
Sweete folitarie groues, whereas the Nymphes 
600 With pleafance laugh to fee the Satyres play ; 
Witnes Orlandos faith vnto his loue. 
Tread fhe thefe lawnds, kinde Flora boaft thy pride; 
Seeke fhe for fliades, fpread Cedars for her fake, 
Faire Flora make her couch amidft thy flowres, 
Sweet Chriftall fprings, wafh ye with rofes, 
When (lie 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 pleafant hell, 
Where none but foolilh wife imprifned dwell. 

Orl: Orlando, what contrarious thoghts be thefe, 
That flocke with doubtfull motions in thy minde ? 
Heavn fmiles, & trees do boaft their fummers pride : 
What ? Venus writes her triumphs here befide. 



She: Yet when thine eie hath feen, thy hart fhal rue 
The tragick chance that fhortly fhall enlue. 

Orlando readeth. 

Orl: Angelica. Ah fweete and heauenly name, 
Life to my life, and eflence to my ioy. 
But foft this Gordion knot together co-unites 
A Medor partner in her peerlefle loue. 
Vnkinde : and wil fhe bend her thoughts to change ? 
Her name, her writing ? Ah foolifh and vnkinde. 
No name of hers ; vnles the brookes relent 
To heare her name, and Rhodanus vouchfafe 
To raife his moyftned lockes from out the reedes, 
And flow with calme alongft his turning bounds : 
No name of hers, vnles Zephyrus blow 
Her dignities alongft Ardenia woods ; 
Where all the world for wonders doo await. 30 

And yet her name ; for why Angelica : 
But mixt with Medor, not Angelica. 
Onely by me was lovd Angelica, 
Onely for me muft Hue Angelica. 
I finde her drift, perhaps the modeft pledge 
Of my content, hath with a fecret f mile 
And fweet difguife reftraind her fancie thus, 
Figuring Orlando vnder Medors name : 
Fine drift (faire Nymph) Orlando hopes no lefle. 

He fpyes the Roundelayes. 6+0 

Dij. Yet 

Yet more are Mufes masking in thefe trees, 
Framing their ditties in conceited lines, 
Making a Goddefle in defpite of me, 
That haue no other but Angelica. 

Shep: Poore haples man, thefe thoughts con- 
taine the hell, 

Orlando reades this roundelay. 

Angelica is Ladie of his hart, 
Angelica is fubftance of his ioy, 
Angelica is medcine of his fmart, 
Angelica hath healed his annoy. 

Orl: Ah falfe Angelica. What haue we more ? 


Let groues, let rockes, let woods, let watrie fprings, 
The Cedar, Cyprefle, Laurell, and the Pine, 
Ioy in the notes of loue that Medor fings, 
Of thofe fweet lookes Angelica of thine. 
Then Medor in Angelica take delight, 
Early, at morne, at noone, at euen and night. 

660 Orl: What dares Medor court my Venus ? 
What may Orlando deeme? 
Aetna forfake the bounds of Sicily, 
For now in me thy reftlefle flames appeare, 
Refufd, contemnd, difdaind: what worfe than thefe? 



Org: My Lord. 

Orl: Boy, view thefe trees carued with true loue 
The infcription Medor and Angelica : (knots, 

And read thefe verfes hung vp of their loues. 
Now tell me boy, what doll thou thinke ? 670 

Org: By my troth my Lord, I thinke Angelica 
is a woman. 

Orl: And what of that ? 

Org: Therefore vnconftant, mutable, hauing 
their loues hanging in their ey-lids ; that as they are 
got with a looke, fo they are loft againe with a wink. 
But heres a Shepheard, it may be he can tell vs news. 

Orl: What meflenger hath Ate fent abroad, 
With idle lookes to liften my laments. 
Sirra, who wronged happy Nature fo, 6So 

To fpoyle thefe trees with this Angelica ? 
Yet in her name (Orlando) they are bleft. 

Shep: I am a Ihepheard fwaine, thou wandring 

That watch my flockes, not one that follow loue. 

Orl: As follow loue? why dareft thou difpraife 

my heauen, 

Or once difgrace or preiudice her name ? 
Is not Angelica the Queene of loue, 
Deckt with the compound wreath of Adons flowrs 690 
She is. 

Then fpeake thou peafant, what is he that dares 
Attempt to court my Queene of loue. 
Or I fhall fend thy loule to Charons charge. 

Sh: Braue knight fince feare of death inforceth ftill 

D iij. In 


In greater mindes fubmifsion and relent : 
Know that this Medor whofe vnhappie name 
Is mixed with the faire Angelicas, 
Is euen that Medor that inioyes her loue. 

700 Yon caue beares witnes of their kind content, 
Yon medowes talke the actions of their ioy. 
Our Shepheards in their fongs of folace ling, 
Angelica doth none but Medor loue. 

Orl: Angelica doth none but Medor loue ? 
Shall Medor then poflefle Orlandos loue ? 
Daintie and gladfome beames of my delight, 
Delicious browes, why fmiles your heauen for thofe 
That wandring make you proue Orlandos foes : 
Lend me your plaints, you fweet Arcadian Nimphs, 

710 That wont to waile your new departed loues : 
Thou weeping floud, leaue Orpheus waile for me, 
And Titans Neeces gather all in one 
Thofe fluent fprings of your lamenting teares, 
And let them flow alongft my faintfull lookes. 

Shep: Now is the fire late fmothered in fufpect, 
Kindled and burnes within his angrie breft. 
Now haue I done the will of Sacrepant. 

Orl: Foemineum feruile genus, crudele, fuperbum: 
Difcurteous women, Natures faireft ill, 

710 The woe of man, that first created curfle ; 

Bafe female fex, fprung from blacke Ates loynes, 
Proud, difdainfull, cruell and vniuft : 
Whofe words are fhaded with inchanting wills, 
Worfe than Medufa, mateth all our mindes, 
And in their harts fits fhameles trecherie 



Turning a truthles vile circumference. 

O could my furie paint their furies forth, 

For hels no hell compared to their harts, 

Too fimple diuels to conceale their arts. 

Borne to be plagues vnto the thoughts of men, 730 

Brought for eternall peftilence to the world. 

O Femmenelle in genio de toute malle fede, 
Comete, vulge, mute, fachilmente, 
Contrario, zeto, propria de la fede ; 
O infelice, miferate, crede, 
Importuna, fuperbia, diipetoze : 
Preua de more, de fede, de confilia, 
Timmorare, crudele, ineque, ingrate, 
Par peftelenze eternal monde nate. 

Villaine, what art thou that followeft me ? 740 

Org: Alas my Lord, I am your feruant Orgalio. 

Orl: No villaine thou art Medor that ranft away 
with Angelica. 

Org: No by my troth my Lord, I am Orgalio, 
aske all thefe people elfe. 

Orl: Art thou Orgalio ? tell me where Medor is. 

Org: My Lord looke where he fits. 

Orl: What, fits 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 fouldiers. 

Org: O my Lord of Aquitaine the Count Or 
lando is run mad, and taking of a fhepheard 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 ftraight a Lions skin, 
760 Thou feeft I now am mightie Hercules : 

Looke wheres my mafsie club vpon my necke. 
I muft to hell, to feeke for Medor and Angelica, 
Or elfe I dye. 

You that are the reft, get you quickly away, 
Prouide ye horfes all of burniftit gold, 
Saddles of corke becaufe He haue them light, 
For Charlemaine the Great is vp in armes. 
And Arthur with a crue of Britons comes 
To feeke for Medor and Angelica. 

770 So he beateth them all in before him. Manet Orgalio 

Enter Mariillus. 

Org: Ah my Lord Orlando. 
Mar: Orlanao, what of Orlando ? 
Org: He my Lord runs madding through the 
Like mad Oreftes in his greateft rage. (woods, 



Step but afide into the bordring groue, 

There fhall you fee ingrauen on euerie tree, 

The lawlefle loue of Medor and Angelica. 

O fee my Lord, not any fhrub but beares 

The curfed ftampe that wrought the Counties rage. 7 8o 

If thou beeft mightie King Marlillus, 

For whom the Countie would aduenture life : 

Reuenge it on the falfe Angelica. 

Mar: Truft me Orgalio, Thefeus in his rage, 
Did neuer more reuenge his wrongd Hyppolitus, 
Than I will on the falfe Angelica. 
Goe to my Court, and drag me Medor forth 
Teare from his breft the daring villaines hart. 
Next take that bafe and damnd adulterefle, 
(I fcorne to title her with daughters name :) 790 

Put her in rags, and like fome fhepheardefle, 
Exile her from my kingdome prefently. 
Delay not good Orgalio, fee it done. Exit Orgalio. 

Enter a fouldier with Mandricard difguifed. 

How now my frend, what fellow haft thou there ? 

Soul: He fayes my Lord that hee is feruant vnto 

Mar: To Mandricard ? 
It fits me not to fway the Diademe, 
Or rule the wealthy Realmes of Barbarie, goo 

To ftaine my thoughts with any cowardife. 
Thy mafter bravde me to my teeth, 
He backt the Prince of Cuba for my foe, 

E For 


For which nor he nor his fhall fcape my hands. 
No fouldier, thinke me refolute as hee. 

Man: It greeues me much that Princes difagree, 
Sith blacke repentance followeth afterward. 
But leauing that, pardon me gracious Lord. 

Mar: For thou intreatft and newly art arrivd, 
8 ro And yet thy fword is not imbrewd in blood, 
Vpon conditions I will pardon thee ; 
That thou flialt neuer tell thy matter Mandricard, 
Nor anie fellow foldier of the campe, 
That King Marfillus licenft thee depart : 
He fhall not thinke I am fo much his frend, 
That he or one of his fhall fcape my hand. 

Man: I fwear my Lord, & vow to keep my word. 

Mar: Then take my banderoll of red, 
Mine, and none but mine fhall honor thee, 
820 And fafe conduct thee to port Carthagene. 

Man: But fay my Lord, if Mandricard were here 
What fauor fhould he finde or life or death ? 

Mar: I tell thee frend, it fits not for a King 
To prize his wrath before his curtefie. 
Were Mandricard the King of Mexico 
In prifon here, and cravde but libertie ; 
So little hate hangs in Marfillus breaft, 
As one intreatie fhould quite race it out. 
But this concernes not thee, therefore farewell. 
83 Exit Marfillus. 

Man: Thankes & good fortune fall to fuch a king, 
As couets to be counted curteous. (thee. 

Blufh Mandricard, the honor of thy foe difgraceth 



Thou wrongeft him that wifheth thee but well. 
Thou bringeft ftore of men from Mexico 
To battaile him that fcornes to iniure thee, 
Pawning his colours for thy warrantize, 
Backe to thy fhips, and hie thee to thy home, 
Bouge not a foote to aid Prince Rodomant, 
But frendly gratulate thefe fauors found, 8 4 o 

And meditate on nought but to be frends. Exit. 

Enter Orlando attired like a mad-man. 

Act III 
sc. i 

Orl: Woods, trees, leaues ; leaues, trees, woods : 
tria fequuntur tria. Ho Minerua, falve, God morrow 
how doo you to day ? Tell me fweet Goddefle, will 
loue fend Mercury to Calipfo to let mee goe. Will 
he ? why then hees 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 thee good Orgalio ftay, 
Canft thou not tell me what to fay ? 

Org: No by my troth. 

Orl: O this it is, Angelica is dead. 

Org: Why then (he fhall be buried. 

Orl: But my Angelica is dead. 

Org: Why it may be fo. 

Orl: But fhees dead and buried. S6o 

E ij Org: 

Org: I, I thinke fo. 
Orl: Nothing but I thinke fo, and it may be fo. 

He beateth him. 

Org: What doo ye meane my Lord ? 
Orl: Why fliall 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 fo then. Orgalio. 
Org: My Lord. 
870 Orl: Angelica is dead. 

Orgalio cries. 

Ah poore flaue, fo, 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. 

Why doo ye beat me my Lord ? 
Orl: Why flaue, wilt thou weep for Medors An- 
880 lica, thou muft laugh for her. 

Org: Laugh ? yes, He laugh all day and you will. 
Orl: Orgalio. 
Org: My Lord. 
Orl: Medors Angelica is dead. 
Org: Ha ha ha ha. 
Orl: So, tis well now. 
Org: Nay this is eafier than the other was. 
Orl: Now away, feek the hearb Moly, for I muft 


to hell, to feeke for Medor and Angelica. 

Org: I know not the hearb Moly ifaith. 890 

Orl: Come He lead ye to it by the eares. 

Org: Tis here my Lord, tis here. 

Orl: Tis indeed, now to Charon, bid him drefle 
his boat, for he had neuer fuch a paflenger. 

Org: Shall I tell him your name ? Exit. 

Orl: No, then he wil be afraid, & not be at home. 

Enter two Clownes. 

Tho: Sirra Rafe, and thoult goe with me, He let 
thee fee the braueft mad man that euer thou fawft. 

Rafe. Sirra Tom : I beleeue twas he that was at 900 
our towne a funday,Ile tell thee what he did firra: he 
came to our houfe, when all our folkes were gone 
to Church, and there was no bodie at home but I, & 
I was turning of the fpit, and he comes in, & bad me 
fetch him fome drinke. Now I went and fetcht him 
fome, & ere I came againe, by my troth he ran away 
with the roft-meate fpit and all, & fo we had nothing 
but porredge to dinner. 

Thomas. By my troth that was braue, but firrha 
he did fo courfe the boyes laft funday : and if ye call 910 
him mad-man, heel run after you, & tickle your ribs 
fo with his flap of leather that he hath as it paffeth. 
They fpie Orlando. 

Rafe Oh Tom looke where he is, call him mad 

Tom. Mad-man, mad-man. 

E iij Rafe 

Rafe: Mad-man, mad-man. 
Orl: What faift thou villaine ? 
He beateth them. 
910 So now you fhall be both my Souldiers. 

Tom: Your foldiers, we fliall haue a mad Cap- 

taine then. 

Orl: You muft fight againft Medor. 
Raf: Yes let me alone with him for a bloody nofe. 
Orl: Come then and He giue you weapons ftrait. 

Exeunt omnes. 

in Enter Angelica like a poore woman. 

An: Thus caufeles banifht from thy natiue home, 
Here fit Angelica and reft a while, 
930 For to bewaile the fortunes of thy loue. 

Enter Rodamant and Brandemart with 


Roda: This way fhe went, & far fhe cannot be. 
Brand: See where fhe is my Lord, fpeak as if you 

knew her not. 

Ro: Faire fhepherdefle for fo thy fitting feemes, 
Or Nymph for lefle thy beauty cannot be : 
What feede you fheepe vpon thefe downes ? 

Ange: Daughter I am vnto a bordering Swaine, 
940 That tend my Bocks within thefe fhady groues. 
Roda: Fond gyrle thou lieft,thou art Angelica. 
Brand: I thou art ftiee that wrongd the Palatine. 
Ange: For I am knowne albeit I am difguifde, 
Yet dare I turne the lie into thy throte, 



Sith thou reportft I wrongd the Palatine. 

Brand: Nay then thou fhalt be vfed according to 
thy deferts, come bring her to our Tents. 
Roda: But ftay what Drum is this ? 

Enter Orlando with a Drum, and fouldiers 
with ipits and dripping-pans. 

Br: Now fee 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, 
Weele facke and raze it ere the funne be fet. 

Clowne: Yea and fcratch it too, 
March faire fellow frying-pan. (ter? 

Orl: Orgalio, knowft thou the caufe of my laugh- 

Org: No by my troth, nor no wife-man elfe. 

Orl: Why firra to thinke that if the enemie were 9 6o 
fled ere we come, weele not leaue one of our own 
fouldiers aliue, for wee two will kill them with our 

Rafe: Fo come lets goe home againe, heele fet 
Probatum eft vpon my headpeece anon. 

Orl: No, no, thou fhalt not be hurt, nor thee, 
Backe fouldiers, looke where the enemie is. 

Tom: Captaine, they haue a woman amongft 

Orl: And what of that ? 970 

Tom: Why ftrike you downe the men, and then 
let me alone to thruft in the woman. 


Orl: No I am challenged the lingle fight, 
Syrra, ift you challenge me the combate. 

Brand: Franticke companion, lunatick & wood, 
Get thee hence, or elfe I vow by heauen, 
Thy madnes fhall not priuiledge thy life. 

Orl: I tell thee villaine Medor wrongd me fo, 
Sith thou art come his Champion to the field, 
9 8o He learne thee know I am the Palatine. 

Alarum: They fight, Orlando kills Brandemart, 
and all the reft flie but Angelica. 

Org: Looke my Lord heres one kild. 

Orl: Who kild him? 

Org: You my Lord I thinke. 

Orl: I ? No, no, I fee who kild him. 

He goeth to Angelica and knowes her not. 
Come hither gentle fir, whofe prowefle hath per- 
formde fuch an act, thinke not the curteous Palatine 
99 o will hinder that thine Honour hath atchieude, Or- 
galio fetch me a fword, that prefently this fquire may 
be dubd a Knight. 

Ange: Thankes gentle Fortune that fendes mee 

fuch good hap, 

Rather to die by him I love fo deare, 
Than live and fee my Lord thus lunaticke. 
Org: Here my Lord. 
Orl: If thou beeft come of Lancelots worthy 

line welcome thou art, 
1000 Kneele downe fir Knight, rife vp fir Knight, 


Here take this fword, and hie thee to the fight. 

Exit Angelica. 

Now tell me Orgalio, what doft thou thinke, 
Will not this Knight proue a valiant Squire ? 

Org: He cannot chufe being of your making. 

Orl: But wheres Angelica now ? 

Org: Faith I cannot tell. 

Orl: Villaine find her out, 
Or elfe the torments that Ixion feeles, 
The rolling ftone, the tubs of the Belides. 1010 

Villaine wilt thou finde her out. 

Org: Alas my Lord, I know not where fhe is. 

Orl: Run to Charlemaine, fpare for no coft, 
Tell him Orlando fent for Angelica. 

Org: Faith He fetch you fuch an Angelica as you 
neuer faw before. Exit Orgalio. 

Orl: As though that Sagittarius in his pride, 
Could take braue Lasda from ftout lupiter ? 
And yet forfooth Medor, bafe Medor durft 
Attempt to reue Orlando of his loue. 1020 

Sirra, you that are the meflenger of loue, 
You that can fweep it through the milke white path 
That leads vnto the Senate houfe of Mars. 
Fetch me my fhield temperd of pureft fteele, 
My helme forgd by the Cyclops for Anchifes fonne, 
And fee if I dare not combat for Angelica. 

Enter Orgalio with the Clowne dreft lyke 

Org: Come away, and take heed you laugh not. 

Cl: No I warrant you, but I thinke I had beft go 1030 

F backe 


backe and fhaue my beard. 

Org: Tufli, that will not be feene. 

Cl: Well you will giue me the halfe crowne ye 
promift me. 

Org: Doubt not of that man. 

Cl: Sirra, didft not fee me ferue the fellow a fine 
tricke, when we came ouer the market place. 

Org: Why, how was that ? 

Cl: Why hee comes to me, and faid ; Gentlewo- 
1040 man, wilt pleafe you take a pint or a quart. No Gen 
tlewoman faid I, but your frend and Doritie. 

Org: Excellent : come fee where my Lord is. 
My Lord, here is Angelica. 

Orl: Mas thou faift true, tis fhe indeed ; 
How fares the faire Angelica ? 

Cl: Well I thanke you hartely. 

Orl: Why art thou not that fame Angelica, 
Whofe hiew as bright as faire Erythea 
That darkes Canopus with her filuer hiew ? 
FOJO Cl: Yes forfooth. 

Orl: Are not thefe the beauteous cheekes, 
Wherein the Lillies and the natiue Rofe 
Sits equall futed with a blufhing red ? 

Cl: He makes a garden plot in my face. 

Orl: Are not my dere thole radient eyes, 
Whereout proud Phoebus flafheth out his beames ? 

Cl: Yes, yes, with fquibs and crackers brauely. 

Orl: You are Angelica ? 

Cl: Yes marry am I. 
1060 Orl: Wheres your fweet hart Medorr 



Cl: Orgalio, giue me eighteen pence, & let me go. 

Orl: Speake ftrumpet, fpeake. 

Cl: Marry fir he is drinking a pint or a quart. 

Orl: Why ftrumpet, worfe than Mars his troth- 

lefle loue. (fcape. 

Falfer than faithles Crefsida: ftrumpet thou fhalt not 

Cl: Come, come, you doo not vfe me like a gen 
tlewoman ; and if I be not for you I am for another. 

Orl: Are you, that will I trie. 

He beateth him out. Exeunt omnes. I070 

Enter the twelue Peeres of France, with 
drum and trumpets. 

SC. I 

Og: Braue Peeres of France, fith wee haue paft 

the bounds, 

Whereby the wrangling billowes feekes for ftraites 
To warre with Tellus, and her fruitfull mynes : 
Sith we haue furrowd throgh thofe wandring tides 
Of Tyrrhene feas, and made our galleys dance 
Vpon the Hyperborian billowes crefts, 
That braues with ftreames the watrie Occident : 1080 
And found the rich and wealthie Indian clime, 
Sought too by greedie mindes for hurtfull gold. 
Now let vs feeke to venge the Lampe of France, 
That lately was eclipfed in Angelica. 
Now let vs feeke Orlando forth our Peere, 
Though from his former wits lately eftrangd, 
Yet famous in our fauors as before. 
And fith by chance we all encountred bee. 

F ij Lets 


Lets feeke reuenge on her that wrought his wrong. 
1 090 Names. But being thus arrivd in place vnknown, 
Who fhall direct our courfe vnto the Court, 
Where braue Marfillus keepes his royall State. 

Enter Marfillus and Mandricard like Palmers. 
Og: Loe here, two Indian Palmers hard at hand 
Who can perhaps refolue our hidden doubts. 
Palmers, God fpeed. 

Mar: Lordings, we greet you well. (tel. 

Og: Where lies Marfillus Court, frend canft thou 
Mar: His Court is his campe, the Prince is now 
1 1 oo in armes. 

Turpin. In armes ? Whats he that dares annoy fo 

great a King. 

Man: Such as both loue & furie doth confound, 
Fierce Sacrepant, incenft with ftrange defires, 
Warres on Marfillus, and Rodamant being dead, 
Hath leuied all his men, and traitor-like 
Aflailes his Lord, and louing foueraigne. 
And Mandricard who late hath been in armes, 
To profecute reuenge againft Marfillus, 
1 1 10 Is now through fauors paft become his frend. 
Thus ftands the ftate of" matchles India. 

Og: Palmer, I like thy braue and breef dilcourfe, 
And couldft thou bring vs to the Princes campe, 
We would acknowledge frendfhip at thy hands. 
Mar: Ye ftranger Lords, why feeke ye out Mar 
fillus ? 

Ol: In hope that he whofe Empire is fo large, 
Will make both minde and Monarchic agree. 



Mar: Whence are you Lords, and what requeft 
you here ? mo 

Names. A queftion ouer-hautie for thy weed, 
Fit for the King himfelfe for to propound. 

Man: O iir, know that vnder fimple weeds 
The Gods haue maskt, then deeme not with difdain 
To anfwere to this Palmers queftion, 
Whofe coat includes perhaps as great as yours. 

Og: Hautie their words, their perfons ful of ftate, 
Though habit be but meane, their mindes excell. 
Well Palmers know that Princes are in India arrivd 
Yea euen thofe wefterne princely peeres of France, 1130 
That through the world aduentures vndertake, 
To find Orlando late incenft with rage. 
Then Palmers fith you know our ftiles and ftate, 
Aduife vs where your King Marfillus is. 

Mar: Lordings of France, here is Marfillus, 
That bids you welcome into India, 
And will in perfon bring you to his campe. 

Og: Marfillus, and thus difguifd ? 

Mar: Euen Marfillus, and thus difguifd. 
But what requeft thefe Princes at my hand ? n 4 <> 

Turpin. We fue for law and iuftice at thy hand, 
We feeke Angelica thy daughter out ; 
That wanton maid, that hath ecliptt the ioy 
Of royall France, and made Orlando mad. 

Mar: My daughter Lords, why fliees exilde, 
And her grieud father is content to lofe 
The pleafance of his age to countnance law. 

Oli: Not onely exile fhall await Angelica, 

F iij But 


But death and bitter death (hall follow her, 
Then yeeld vs right Mariillus, or our fwords 
Shal make thee feare to wrong the Pieres of France. 
Mar: Wordes cannot daunt mee Princes bee af- 


But law and iustice fliall ouerrule in this., 
And I will burie fathers name and loue, 
The haples maide bannifht from out my Land, 
Wanders about in woods and waies vnknowne, 
Her if yee finde with furie perfecute, 
I now difdaine the name to be her Father, 
1 160 Lords of France what would you more of me. 

Oger: Marfillus wee commende thy Princely 


And will report thy iuftice through the world, 
Come Peeres of France lets feeke Angelica, 
Left for a Ipoile to our reuenging thoughts. 

Exeunt omnes. 

t IV 

"' * Enter Orlando like a Poet. 

Orl: Orgalio, is not my loue like thofe purple 

coloured fwans, 

1 1 7 o That gallop by the Coach of Cynthia. 
Org: Yes marry is fhee my Lord. 
Orl: Is not her face iiluerd like that milke-white 

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 fits, 

Making of verfes for Angelica. 

And if he doo denie to fend me downe 

The fhirt which Deianyra fent to Hercules, n8o 

To make me braue vpon my wedding day ; 

Tell him He pafle the Alpes, and vp to Meroe, 

(I know he knowes that watrie lakifh hill) 

And pull the harpe out of the minftrelis hands, 

And pawne it vnto louely Proferpine, 

That fhe may fetch the faire Angelica. 

Org: But my Lord Apollo is a fleepe & will not 
heare me, 

Orl: Then tell him he is a fleepy knaue : 
But firra let no body trouble mee, for I muft lien 90 

downe a while and talke with the ftarres. 

Entet Fidler. 

Org: What old acquaintance well met. 

Fidler. Ho you would haue me play Angelica a- 
gaine, would ye not ? 

Org: No, but I can tell thee where thou mayeft 
earne two or three (hillings this morning, euen with 
the turning of a hand. 

Fidler: Two or three Ihillinges, tufh thou wot 
coflen me thou, but and thou canft tell where I may 
earne a groate, He giue thee fixe pence for thy 

Org: Then play a fit of mirth to my Lord. 

Fid: Why he is mad ftill is he not. 


Org: No, no, come play. 
Fidler. At which fide dooth he vfe to giue his re 

Org: Why of anie fide. 

Fidler. Doth he not vfe to throw the chamber pot 
niofometimesf 1 T would greeue me he fhould wet my 
fiddle firings. 

Org: Tufh I warrant thee. 

He playes and fings any odde toy, and 
Orlando wakes. 

Orl: Who is this, Shan Cuttelero ? hartely wel 
come, Shan Cuttelero. 

Fidler. No fir, you fhould haue faid Shan the Fi- 

Orl: What, haft thou brought me my f word ? 

He takes away his fiddle. 

Fidler. A fword ? No no fir, thats my fiddle. 

Orl: But doft thou think the temper to be good? 
And will it hold, when thus and thus we Medor do 
aflaile ? 

He ftrikes and beates him with the fiddle. 

Fidler. Lord fir, youle breake my liuing. 
You told me your matter was not mad. 

Orl: Tel me, why haft thou mard my fword ? 
The pummells well, the blade is curtald fhort. 



Villaine why haft thou made it fo, I1 3 

Fidler. O Lord Sir, will you anfwere this > 

He breakes it about his head. 
Exit Fidler. 

Enter Melifla with a glafle of Wine. 

Orl. Orgalio who is this ? 

Orga. Faith my Lord fome old witch I thinke. 

Mel. O that my Lord woulde but conceit my 

Then would I fpeake and hope to finde redrefle. 

Orl: Faire Polixena, the pride of Illion, 1*4 

Feare not Achilles ouer-madding boy, 
Pyrrus {hall not, &c. 
Sounes Orgalio, why fuffereft thou this old trot 

to come fo nigh me ? 

Orga: come, come, ftand by, your breath ftinkes. 
Orl: What, be all the Trogians fled, 
Then giue me fome drinke. 

Mel: Here Palatine drinke, and euer be thou 

better for this draught. 

Orl: What here the paltrie bottle that Darius 

Hee drinkes, and fhe charmes him with 
her wand, and lies downe to fleepe. 
Elfe would I fet my mouth to Tygres ftreames, 
And drinke vp ouerflowing Euphrates, 
My eyes are heauie, and I needs muft fleep. 
Melifla ftriketh with her wande, and the Satyres 

G enter 


enter with muficke and plaie round about him, 
which done, they ftaie, he awaketh and fpeakes. 

12*0 What fhewes are thefe that fill mine eies 
With view of fuch regard as heauen admires, 
To fee my flumbring dreames, 

Skies are fulfild with lampes of lafting ioy, 
That boaft the pride of haught Latonas fonne, 
He lightneth all the candles of the night. 
Nymofene hath kift the kingly loue, 
And entertaind a feaft within my brains, 
Making her daughter folace on my brow, 
Mee thinks I feele how Cinthya tunes conceites 
1170 Of fad repent, and meloweth thofe defires 

Which phrenfies fcares had ripened in my head. 
Ate He kifle thy reftlefle cheeke a while, 
And fuffer vile repent to bide controll, 

He lieth downe againe. 

Mel: vos Siluani, Saiyri^ Faunique, Deaque, 
Nymphce Hamadriades^ Driades^ Perfaque potentes^ 
vos qui colttes lacufque laeofque prof undo s^ 
Infernafque domus, & nigra palatia Ditis: 
Tuque Demogorgon qui metis fata gubernas^ 
1280 Qui revis infernum^folemque^folumque^ ccelumque, 
Exaudtte preceS) filiafque auferte micantes^ 
In caput Orlandi cceleftes fpargite lympus, 
Spargite^ quis mifere reuocetur rapt a tor vmbras 
Orlando infcelix anima. 

Then let the muficke play before him, and fo 

goe forth. , , 

I I Orl: 

Orl: What fights, what fhewes, what fearefull 

fhapes are thefe ? 

More dreadfull then appeard to Hecuba, 
When fall of Troy was figured in her fleepe. n 90 

luno mee thought fent downe from heauen by 


Came fwiftly fweeping 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 iphere of loue. 
What fearefull thoughts arife vpon this fhow? 1300 
What defert groue is this ? How thus difguifde ? 
Where is Orgalio ? 

Orgal: Here my Lord. 
Orl: Sirah, how came I thus difguifde, 
Like made Oreftes quaintly thus dilguifd ? 

Orl: Like mad Oreftes, nay my Lord, you may 
boldly iuftifie the comparifon, for Oreftes was 
neuer fo mad in his life as you were. 
Orl: What was I mad? What furie hath in- 
chanted me? I3IO 
Mel: A furie fure worfe than Megera was, 
That reft her fonne from truftie Pilades. 

Orl: Why, what art thou, fome Sybel orfome 

goddefle, freely fpeake ? 

Mel: Time not affoords to tell each circum- 
ftance ? 

G 2 But 


But thrice hath Cynthia changde her hiew 

Since thou infected with a lunafie, 

Haft gadded vp and downe thefe lands & groues 
1310 Performing ftrange and ruthfull ftratagemes, 

All for the loue of faire Angelica, 

Whome thou with Medor didft fuppofe plaide 

But Sacrepant had grauen thefe rundelaies, 

To fting thee with infecting iealoufie ; 

The fwaine that tolde thee of their oft conuerfe, 

Was Ieruant vnto Countie Sacrepant, 

And truft me Orlando, Angelica though true to 

133 Is baniflit from the court, 

And Sacrepant this daie bids battel to Marfillius 

The armies readie are to giue aflaile, 

And on a hill that ouerpeeres them both, 

Stands all the worthie matchles peeres of France 

Who are in queft to feeke Orlando out. 

Mufe not at this, for I haue tolde thee true, 

I am flie that cured thy difeafe, 

Here take thefe weapons giuen thee by the fates, 

And hie thee Countie to the battell ftraight. 
1 340 Or: Thanks facred Goddes for thy helping hand 

Thether will I hie to be reuengd. 

Alarmes. Exit. 

r Enter Sacrepant crowned, and purfuing Marfil- 
fc - ' lus and Mandrecard. 

Sacre: Viceroyes you are dead, 


For Sacrepant alreadie crownd a king, 
Heaues vp his fword to haue your diadems. 

Mar: Traitor, not dead, or anie wit difmaide, 
For deare we prize the fmalleft droppe of bloud. 

Enter Orlando with a fcarfe be- 13* 

fore his face. 
Orl: Stay Princes, bafe not your felues to cum- 

bat fuch a dog. 

Mount on your courfers, follow thofe that flie, 
And let your conquering fwoordes be tainted in 

their blouds 
Pafle ye, for him he fliall be combatted. 

Exit Kings. 

Sac: Why what art thou that braueft me thus? 
Orl: I am thou feeft a mercenarie fouldier 13* 
Homely, yet of fuch haughtie thoughts ; 
As noght can ferue to quech th'afpiring thoghtes 
That burnes as doe the fires of Cicely, 
Vnlefle I win that princely diademe, 
That feemes fo ill vppon thy cowards head. 
Sac. Coward. To armes fir boy, I will not brooke 

thefe braues, 

If Mars himfelfe euen from his firie throne, 
Came armde with all his furnitures of warre. 

They fight. 1370 

Oh villaine, thou haft flaine a prince. 

Orl: Then maift thou think that Mars himfelf 
Came down to vaile thy plumes, and heaue thee 

G 3 from 

from thy pompe. 

Proud that thou art, I recke not of thy gree, 
But I will haue the conqueft of my fword, 
Which is the glorie of thy diadem. 
Sac: Thefe words bewraie thou .art no bafe born 


1 3 80 But by defcent fprong from fome rotall line. 
Then freely tell me whats thy name. 
Orl: Nay firft let me know thine ? 
Sac: Then know that thou haft flaine Prince 

Orl: Sacrepant. Then let me at thy dying day 


By that fame fphere wherein thy foule fhall reft, 
If loue denie not paflage to thy ghoft, 
Thou tell mee whether thou wrongdft Angelica 
139 or no. 

Sac: O thats the fting that pricks my confcience 
Oh thats the hell my thoughts abhorre to thinke, 
I tel thee knight, for thou doeft feeme no lefle, 
That I ingravde the rundelaies on the trees, 
And hung the fedulet of poore Medors loue, 
Intending fo to breed debate, 
Betweene Orlando and Angelica, 
O thus I wrongd Orlando and Angelica. 
Now tell me what fhall I call thy name. 
1400 Orl: Then dead is the fatall authour of my ill, 
Bafe villaine, vaflall, vnworthie of a crowne, 
Knowe that the man that ftrucke the fatall ftroke, 
Is Orlando the Countie Palatine, 



Whome fortune fent to quittance all my wrongs 

Thou foild and flain, it now behoues me 

To hie me faft to maflacre thy men, 

And fo farewell thou deuill in fliape of man. 


Sac: Hath Demogorgon ruler of the fates, 
Set fuch a balefull period on my life, 1410 

As none might end the daies or Sacrepant, 
But mightie Orlando riuall of my loue, 
Now holdeth the fatall murderers of men, 
The fharpned knife readie to cut my threed, 
Ending the fcene of all my tragedie, 
This dale, this houre, this minute ends the daies 
Of him that liude worthie olde Neftors age. 
Phoebus put on thy fable futed wreath, 

Cladde all thy fpheres in darke and mourning 

weedes. 14* 

Parcht be the earth to drinke vp euery fpring, 
Let come and trees be blafted from aboue, 
Heauen turne to brafle, & earth to wedge of fteel 
The worlde to cinders, Mars come thundering 


And neuer flieath thy fwift reuenging fwoorde, 
Till like the deluge in Dewcalions daies, 
The higgeft mountaines fwimme in ftreames of 


Heauen, earth, men, beafts, & euerie liuing thing 
Confume and end with countie Sacrepant. 

he dyes. 



y Enter Marliilus, Mandrecard, and twelue peeres 
K - " with Angelica. 

Mar. Fought is the field, & Sacrepant is flaine, 
With fuch a maflacre of all his men, 
As Mars defcending in his purple robe, 
Vowes with Bellona in whole heapes of bloud 
To banquet all the demie gods of warre. 
i44Mandr. See where hee lies flaughtered without 

the campe, 

And by a fimple fwaine, a mercenarie, 
Who brauely tooke the combat to himfelfe, 
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 fome place as likes your Highnes belt, 
See Marfillus poafting thorough Affrica, 
1450 We haue found this ftragling girle Angelica, 
Who for fhe wrongd her loue Orlando 
Chiefeft of the Wefterne peeres, 
Conuerfing with fo meane a man as Medor was, 
We will haue her punifht by the lawes of France, 
To end her burning luft in flames of fire. 

Mar. Befhrew you lordings but you doe your 


Fire, famine, and as cruell death, 
As fell to Neros mother in his rage. 
Angelica. Father, if I may dare to call thee fo, 
And Lordes of France come from the Wefterne 


In queft to finde mightie Orlando out, 
Yet ere I die let me haue leaue to fay, 
Angelica held euer in her thoughts, 
Most deare the loue of Countie Palatine : 
What wretch hath wrongd vs with fufpect of loue, 
I know not I, nor can accufe the man : 
But by the heauens whereto my foule fhall flie, 
Angelica did neuer wrong Orlando. i 470 

I fpeake not this as one that cares to Hue, 
For why, my thoughts are fully malecontent, 
And I coniure you by your Chiualrie, 
You quit Orlandos wrong vpon Angelica. 

Enter Orlando with a fcarfe before his face. 

Oliuer: Strumpet feare not, for by faire Mayas 


This day thy foule fhall vanifh vp in fire, 
As Semele when luno wild the trull, 
To entertaine the glorie of her loue. 1480 

Orl: Frenchman, for fo thy quaint aray imports, 
Be thou a Piere, or be thou Charlemaine, 
Or hadft thou Hector or Achilles hart, 
Or neuer daunted thoughts of Hercules, 
That did in courage far furpafle them all, 
I tell thee fir, thou lieft in thy throate, 
The greateft braue tranfalpine France can brooke, 
In faying that facred Angelica, 
Did offer wrong vnto the Palatine : 
I am a common mercenary fouldier, 149 

H Yet 

Yet for I fee my Princefle is abufd 
By new come ftraglers from a forren coaft, 
I dare the proud eft of thefe wefterne Lords 
To cracke a blade in triall of her right. 

Mam: Why foolifh hardie daring iimple groome, 
Follower of fond conceited Phaeton : 
Knoweft thou to whom thou fpeakft ? 

Mar: Braue fouldier (for fo much thy courage 
Thefe men are princes, dipt within the blood (faies) 
Of Kings molt royall, feated in the Weft, 
Vnfit to accept a challenge at your hand. 
Yet thankes that thou wouldft in thy Lords defence 
Fight for my daughter, but her guilt is knowne. 

Ang: I, reft thee fouldier, Angelica is falfe, 
Falfe, for Ihe hath no triall of her right : 
Souldier, let me die for the mifle of all. 
Wert thou as ftout as is proud Thefeus, 
In vaine thy blade fhould offer my defence : 
For why, thefe be the champions of the world, 
1510 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 faid He pawne my fword 
To feale it on the fhield of him that dares 
Malgrado of his honor combat me. 

Oliuer. Marrie fir, that dare I. 

Orl: Yar a welcome man fir. 

Turpin. Chaftife the groome (Oliuer) & learne 

him know, 
ij 10 We are not like the boyes of Africa. 


Orl: Heare you fir : You that fo peremptorily 

bad him fight, 

Prepare your weapons for your turne is next, 
Tis not one Champion that can difcourage me, 
Come are yee ready. 

He fighteth firft with one, and then with ano 
ther, and ouercomes them both. 

So ftand afide, and Maddam if my fortune laft it out, 
He gard your perfon with twelue Pieres of France. 

Og: Oh Oger how canft thou ftand & fee a flaue 1*3 
Difgrace the houfe of France : Syrra prepare you, 
For angry Nemefis fits on my fword to be reuengd. 

Orl: Well faide Frenchman, you haue made a 
goodly oration : But you had beft to vfe your fword 
better, left I befwinge you. 

They fight a good while and then breath. 

Og: How fo ere difguifd in bafe or Indian fliape, 
Oger can well difcerne thee by thy blowes, 
For either thou art Orlando or the diuell. 

Orl: Then to affiire you that I am no diuel, I540 
Heres your friend and companion Orlando. 

Oger: And none can be more glad than Oger is 
That he hath found his Cofen in his fenfe. 

Oli: When as I felt his blowes vpon my fhield, 
My teeth did chatter and my thoughts conceiude, 
Who might this be if not the Pallatine. 

H ij. Turpin. 


Turpin: So had I faid, but that report did tell, 
My Lord was troubled with a lunacie. 

Orl: So was I Lordinges : but giue mee leaue a 


Humbly as Mars did to his Paramour, 
So to fubmit to faire Angelica. 
Pardon thy Lord, faire faint Angelica, 
Whofe loue dealing by fteps into extreames, 
Grew by fufpition to a caufeles lunacie. 

Angelica: O no my Lord, but pardon my amis, 
For had not Orlando lovde Angelica, 
Nere had my Lord falne into thefe extreames, 
Which we will parle priuate to our felues : 

1 160 Nere was the Queene of Cypres halfe fo glad, 
As is Angelica to fee her Lord, 
Her deare Orlando fettled in his fenfe. 
Orlando: Thankes my fweete loue. 
But why ftands the Prince of Affrica, 
And Mandrecarde the King of Mexeco, 
So deepe in dumps when all reioyfe befide : 
Firft know my Lord, I flaughtred Sacrepant, 
I am the man that did the flaue to death, 
Who frankely there did make confesfion, 

ij 70 That he ingravde the Roundelaies on the trees, 
And hung the fchedules of poore Medors loue, 
Entending by fufpect 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 feate, 
Of him that may command fterne Nemefis j 



Hath powrde thofe treafons iuftly on his head. 
What faith my gratious Lord to this ? 

Marfillus: I ftand amazde, deepe ouerdrencht 

with ioy, 1580 

To heare and lee this vnexpected ende, 
So well I reft content yee Pieres of France, 
Sith it is provde Angelica is cleare, 
Her and my Crowne I freely will beftow, 
Vpon Orlando the County Palatine. 

Orl: Thanks my good Lord, & now my friends 

of France, 

Frollicke, be merrie, we wil haften home, 
So foone as King Marfillus will confent, 
To let his daughter wend with vs to France, 
Meane while weele 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 fendall fpread into the winde, 
Our ropes and tacklings all of fineft iilke, 
Fetcht from the natiue loomes of laboring wormes, 
The pride of Barbarie, and the glorious wealth, 
That is tranlported by the Wefterne bounds : 
Our ftems cut out of gleming luorie, 
Our planks and fides framde out of Cyprefle wood, 
That beares the name of Cyparifliis change, 
To burft the billows of the Ocean Sea, 
Where Phoebus dips his amber-trefles oft, 
And kifles Thetis in the daies decline, 
That Neptune prowd fhall call his Trytons forth, 
To couer all the Ocean with a calme : 

H iij. So 


So rich fliall be the rubbifh of our barkes, 
Tane here for ballas to the ports of France, 
That Charles himfelfe fliall wonder at the fight, 
16 10 Thus Lordings when our banket tings be done, 
And Orlando efpowfed to Angelica, 
Weele furrow through the mouing Ocean, 
And cherely frolicke with great Charlemaine. 


PR C G Robert D 

2544 The history of Orlando 

06 Furioso