Orlando Furioso Canto 19 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Orlando Furioso Canto 19 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENT	A
Medoro by Angelica's quaint hand	B
Is healed and weds and bears her to Catay	B
At length Marphisa with the chosen band	B
After long suffering makes Laiazzi's bay	C
Guido the savage bondsman in the land	B
Which impious women rule with civil sway	C
With Marphisa strives in single fight	B
And lodges her and hers at full of night	B
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I	-
By whom he is beloved can no one know	D
Who on the top of Fortune's wheel is seated	B
Since he by true and faithless friends with show	D
Of equal faith in glad estate is greeted	B
But should felicity be changed to woe	D
The flattering multitude is turned and fleeted	B
While he who loves his master from his heart	B
Even after death performs his faithful part	B
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II	-
Were the heart seen as is the outward cheer	E
He who at court is held in sovereign grace	F
And he that to his lord is little dear	E
With parts reversed would fill each other's place	F
The humble man the greater would appear	E
And he now first be hindmost in the race	F
But be Medoro's faithful story said	B
The youth who loved his lord alive or dead	B
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III	-
The closest path amid the forest gray	C
To save himself pursued the youth forlorn	G
But all his schemes were marred by the delay	C
Of that sore weight upon his shoulders born	G
The place he knew not and mistook the way	C
And hid himself again in sheltering thorn	G
Secure and distant was his mate that through	H
The greenwood shade with lighter shoulders flew	H
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IV	-
So far was Cloridan advanced before	I
He heard the boy no longer in the wind	B
But when he marked the absence of Medore	I
It seemed as if his heart was left behind	B
'Ah how was I so negligent ' the Moor	I
Exclaimed 'so far beside myself and blind	B
That I Medoro should without thee fare	I
Nor know when I deserted thee or where '	-
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V	-
So saying in the wood he disappears	J
Plunging into the maze with hurried pace	F
And thither whence he lately issued steers	J
And desperate of death returns in trace	F
Cries and the tread of steeds this while he hears	K
And word and the tread of foemen as in chase	F
Lastly Medoro by his voice is known	L
Disarmed on foot 'mid many horse alone	L
	-
VI	-
A hundred horsemen who the youth surround	B
Zerbino leads and bids his followers seize	M
The stripling like a top the boy turns round	B
And keeps him as he can among the trees	M
Behind oak elm beech ash he takes his ground	B
Nor from the cherished load his shoulders frees	M
Wearied at length the burden he bestowed	B
Upon the grass and stalked about his load	B
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VII	-
As in her rocky cavern the she bear	I
With whom close warfare Alpine hunters wage	N
Uncertain hangs about her shaggy care	I
And growls in mingled sound of love and rage	N
To unsheath her claws and blood her tushes bare	I
Would natural hate and wrath the beast engage	N
Love softens her and bids from strife retire	I
And for her offspring watch amid her ire	I
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VIII	-
Cloridan who to aid him knows not how	O
And with Medoro willingly would die	-
But who would not for death this being forego	D
Until more foes than one should lifeless lie	-
Ambushed his sharpest arrow to his bow	O
Fits and directs it with so true an eye	-
The feathered weapon bores a Scotchman's brain	P
And lays the warrior dead upon the plain	P
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IX	M
Together all the others of the band	B
Turned thither whence was shot the murderous reed	B
Meanwhile he launched another from his stand	B
That a new foe might by the weapon bleed	B
Whom while he made of this and that demand	B
And loudly questioned who had done the deed	B
The arrow reached transfixed the wretch's throat	B
And cut his question short in middle note	B
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X	M
Zerbino captain of those horse no more	I
Can at the piteous sight his wrath refrain	P
In furious heat he springs upon Medore	I
Exclaiming 'Thou of this shalt bear the pain '	-
One hand he in his locks of golden ore	I
Enwreaths and drags him to himself amain	P
But as his eyes that beauteous face survey	-
Takes pity on the boy and does not slay	-
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XI	M
To him the stripling turns with suppliant cry	I
And 'By thy God sir knight ' exclaims 'I pray	-
Be not so passing cruel nor deny	I
That I in earth my honoured king may lay	-
No other grace I supplicate nor I	I
This for the love of life believe me say	-
So much no longer space of life I crave	-
As may suffice to give my lord a grave	-
	-
XII	-
'And if you needs must feed the beast and bird	B
Like Theban Creon let their worst be done	P
Upon these limbs so that by me interred	B
In earth be those of good Almontes' son '	-
Medoro thus his suit with grace preferred	B
And words to move a mountain and so won	P
Upon Zerbino's mood to kindness turned	B
With love and pity he all over burned	B
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XIII	-
This while a churlish horseman of the band	B
Who little deference for his lord confest	B
His lance uplifting wounded overhand	B
The unhappy suppliant in his dainty breast	B
Zerbino who the cruel action scanned	B
Was deeply stirred the rather that opprest	B
And livid with the blow the churl had sped	B
Medoro fell as he was wholly dead	B
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XIV	-
So grieved Zerbino with such wrath was stung	Q
'Not unavenged shalt thou remain ' he cries	-
Then full of evil will in fury sprung	Q
Upon the author of the foul emprize	-
But he his vantage marks and from among	Q
The warriors in a moment slips and flies	-
Cloridan who beholds the deed at sight	B
Of young Medoro's fall springs forth to fight	B
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XV	-
And casts away his bow and 'mid the band	B
Of foemen whirls his falchion in desire	I
Rather of death than hoping that his hand	B
May snatch a vengeance equal to his ire	I
Amid so many blades he views the sand	B
Tinged with his blood and ready to expire	I
And feeling he the sword no more can guide	B
Lets himself drop by his Medoro's side	B
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XVI	-
The Scots pursue their chief who pricks before	I
Through the deep wood inspired by high disdain	P
When he has left the one and the other Moor	I
This dead that scarce alive upon the plain	P
There for a mighty space lay young Medore	I
Spouting his life blood from so large a vein	P
He would have perished but that thither made	B
A stranger as it chanced who lent him aid	B
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XVII	-
By chance arrived a damsel at the place	-
Who was though mean and rustic was her wear	I
Of royal presence and of beauteous face	-
And lofty manners sagely debonair	I
Her have I left unsung so long a space	-
That you will hardly recognise the fair	I
Angelica in her if known not scan	P
The lofty daughter of Catay's great khan	P
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XVIII	-
Angelica when she had won again	P
The ring Brunello had from her conveyed	B
So waxed in stubborn pride and haught disdain	P
She seemed to scorn this ample world and strayed	B
Alone and held as cheap each living swain	P
Although amid the best by Fame arrayed	B
Nor brooked she to remember a galant	B
In Count Orlando or king Sacripant	B
	-
XIX	-
And above every other deed repented	B
That good Rinaldo she had loved of yore	I
And that to look so low she had consented	B
As by such choice dishonoured grieved her sore	I
Love hearing this such arrogance resented	B
And would the damsel's pride endure no more	I
Where young Medoro lay he took his stand	B
And waited her with bow and shaft in hand	B
	-
XX	-
When fair Angelica the stripling spies	-
Nigh hurt to death in that disastrous fray	I
Who for his king that there unsheltered lies	-
More sad than for his own misfortune lay	I
She feels new pity in her bosom rise	-
Which makes its entry in unwonted way	I
Touched was her haughty heart once hard and curst	B
And more when he his piteous tale rehearsed	B
	-
XXI	-
And calling back to memory her art	B
For she in Ind had learned chirurgery	I
Since it appears such studies in that part	B
Worthy of praise and fame are held to be	M
And as an heir loom sires to sons impart	B
With little aid of books the mystery	M
Disposed herself to work with simples' juice	-
Till she in him should healthier life produce	-
	-
XXII	-
And recollects a herb had caught her sight	B
In passing hither on a pleasant plain	P
What whether dittany or pancy hight	B
I know not fraught with virtue to restrain	P
The crimson blood forth welling and of might	B
To sheathe each perilous and piercing pain	P
She found it near and having pulled the weed	B
Returned to seek	R