Orlando Furioso Canto 5 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBCDD EFEFEFGG HCHCHCII FJFJFJKK LMLMLMFF GNODGLL P Q Q KK RSRSRSKK C C CTT FFJFJFJUU FCVCVCVKK FWXWXWXYY FFFFFFF FYYYYYYZZ FTFJFJYY YA2YA2YA2B2B2 YFYFYFC2C2 YA2A2A2YA2YY A2YA2YA2YYY A2YYYYYYC2C2 A2YYYYYYYY A2YXYXYXYY A2YYYYYY A2Y D2| ARGUMENT | A |
| Lurcanio by a false report abused | B |
| Deemed by Geneura's fault his brother dead | C |
| Weening the faithless duke whom she refused | B |
| Was taken by the damsel to her bed | C |
| And her before the king and peers accused | B |
| But to the session Ariodantes led | C |
| Strives with his brother in disguise In season | D |
| Rinaldo comes to venge the secret treason | D |
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| I | - |
| Among all other animals who prey | E |
| On earth or who unite in friendly wise | F |
| Whether they mix in peace or moody fray | E |
| No male offends his mate In safety hies | F |
| The she bear matched with hers through forest gray | E |
| The lioness beside the lion lies | F |
| Wolves male and female live in loving cheer | G |
| Nor gentle heifer dreads the wilful steer | G |
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| II | - |
| What Fury what abominable Pest | H |
| Such poison in the human heart has shed | C |
| That still 'twixt man and wife with rage possessed | H |
| Injurious words and foul reproach are said | C |
| And blows and outrage hase their peace molest | H |
| And bitter tears still wash the genial bed | C |
| Not only watered by the tearful flood | I |
| But often bathed by senseless ire with blood | I |
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| III | - |
| Not simply a rank sinner he appears | F |
| To outrage nature and his God to dare | J |
| Who his foul hand against a woman rears | F |
| Or of her head would harm a single hair | J |
| But who what drug the burning entrail sears | F |
| Or who for her would knife or noose prepare | J |
| No man appears to me though such to sight | K |
| He seem but rather some infernal sprite | K |
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| IV | - |
| Such and no other were those ruffians two | L |
| Whom good Rinaldo from the damsel scared | M |
| Conducted to these valleys out of view | L |
| That none might wot of her so foully snared | M |
| I ended where the damsel fair of hue | L |
| To tell the occasion of her scathe prepared | M |
| To the good Paladin who brought release | F |
| And in conclusion thus my story piece | F |
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| V | - |
| 'Of direr deed than ever yet was done ' | - |
| The gentle dame began 'Sir cavalier | G |
| In Thebes Mycene Argos or upon | N |
| Other more savage soil prepare to hear | O |
| And I believe that if the circling sun | D |
| To these our Scottish shores approach less near | G |
| Than other land 'tis that he would eschew | L |
| A foul ferocious race that shocks his view | L |
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| VI | - |
| 'All times have shown that man has still pursued | P |
| With hair in every clime his natural foe | - |
| But to deal death to those who seek our good | Q |
| Does from too ill and foul a nature flow | - |
| Now that the truth be better understood | Q |
| I shall from first to last the occasion show | - |
| Why in my tender years against all right | K |
| Those caitiffs would have dome me foul despite | K |
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| VII | - |
| ' 'Tis fitting you should know that in the spring | R |
| Of life I to the palace made resort | S |
| There served long time the daughter of the king | R |
| And grew with her in growth well placed in court | S |
| When cruel love my fortune envying | R |
| Willed I should be his follower and his sport | S |
| And made beyond each Scottish lord and knight | K |
| Albany's duke find favour in my sight | K |
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| VIII | - |
| 'And for he seemed to cherish me above | - |
| All mean his love a love as ardent bred | C |
| We hear indeed and see but do not prove | - |
| Man's faith nor is his bosom's purpose read | C |
| Believing still and yielding to my love | - |
| I ceased not till I took him to my bed | C |
| Nor of all chambers in that evil hour | T |
| Marked I was in Geneura's priviest bower | T |
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| IX | F |
| 'Where hoarded she with careful privacy | F |
| Preserved whatever she esteemed most rare | J |
| There many times she slept A gallery | F |
| From thence projected into the open air | J |
| Here oft I made my lover climb to me | F |
| And what he was to mount a hempen stair | J |
| When him I to my longing arms would call | U |
| From the projecting balcony let fall | U |
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| X | F |
| 'For here my passion I as often fed | C |
| As good Geneura's absence made me bold | V |
| Who with the varying season changed her bed | C |
| To shun the burning heat or pinching cold | V |
| And Albany unseen and safely sped | C |
| For fronting a dismantled street and old | V |
| Was built that portion of the palace bright | K |
| Nor any went that way by day or night | K |
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| XI | F |
| 'So was for many days and months maintained | W |
| By us in secrecy the amorous game | X |
| Still grew by love and such new vigour gained | W |
| I in my inmost bosom felt the flame | X |
| And that he little loved and deeply feigned | W |
| Weened not so was I blinded to my shame | X |
| Though in a thousand certain signs betrayed | Y |
| The faithless knight his base deceit bewrayed | Y |
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| XII | F |
| 'After some days of fair Geneura he | F |
| A suitor showed himself I cannot say | F |
| If this began before he sighed for me | F |
| Or after of this love he made assay | F |
| But judge alas with what supremacy | F |
| He ruled my heart how absolute his sway | F |
| Since this he owned and thought no shame to move | - |
| Me to assist him in his second love | - |
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| XIII | F |
| 'Unlike what he bore me he said indeed | Y |
| That was not true which he for her displayed | Y |
| But so pretending love he hoped to speed | Y |
| And celebrate due spousals with the maid | Y |
| He with her royal sire might well succeed | Y |
| Were she consenting to the boon he prayed | Y |
| For after our good king for wealth and birth | Z |
| In all the realm was none of equal worth | Z |
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| XIV | - |
| 'Me he persuades if through my ministry | F |
| He the king's son in law elected were | T |
| For I must know he next the king would be | F |
| Advanced as high as subject could repair | J |
| The merit should be mine and ever he | F |
| So great a benefit in mind would bear | J |
| And he would cherish me above his bride | Y |
| And more than every other dame beside | Y |
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| XV | - |
| 'I who to please him was entirely bent | Y |
| Who never could or would gainsay his will | A2 |
| Upon those days alone enjoy content | Y |
| When I find means his wishes to fulfil | A2 |
| And snatch at all occasions which present | Y |
| A mode his praise and merits to instil | A2 |
| And for my lover with all labour strain | B2 |
| And industry Geneura's love to gain | B2 |
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| XVI | - |
| 'With all my heart in furtherance of his suit | Y |
| I wrought what could be done God truly knows | F |
| But with Geneura this produced no friut | Y |
| Nor her to grace my duke could I dispose | F |
| For that another love had taken root | Y |
| In her whose every fond affection flows | F |
| Towards a gentle knight of courteous lore | C2 |
| Who sought our Scotland from a distant shore | C2 |
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| XVII | - |
| 'And with a brother then right young to stay | Y |
| In our king's court came out of Italy | A2 |
| And there of knightly arms made such assay | A2 |
| Was none in Britain more approved than he | A2 |
| Prized by the king who no ignoble pay | Y |
| Rewarding him like his nobility | A2 |
| Bestowed upon the youth with liberal hand | Y |
| Burghs baronies and castles woods and land | Y |
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| XVIII | - |
| 'Dear to the monarch to the daughter still | A2 |
| This lord was dearer Ariodantes hight | Y |
| Her with affection might his valour fill | A2 |
| But knowledge of his love brought more delight | Y |
| Nor old Vesuvius nor Sicilia's hill | A2 |
| Nor Troy town ever with a blaze so bright | Y |
| Flamed as with all his heart the damsel learned | Y |
| For love of her young Ariodantes burned | Y |
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| XIX | A2 |
| 'The passion which she bore the lord preferred | Y |
| And loved with perfect truth and all her heart | Y |
| Was the occassion I was still unheard | Y |
| Nor hopeful answer would she e'er impart | Y |
| And still the more my lover's suit I stirred | Y |
| And to obtain his guerdon strove with art | Y |
| Him she would censure still and ever more | C2 |
| Was strengthened in the hate she nursed before | C2 |
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| XX | A2 |
| 'My wayward lover often I excite | Y |
| So vain and bootless an emprize to quit | Y |
| Nor idly hope to turn her stedfast sprite | Y |
| Too deeply with another passion smit | Y |
| And make apparent to the Scottish knight | Y |
| Ariodantes such a flame had lit | Y |
| In the young damsel's breast that seas in flood | Y |
| Would not have cooled one whit her boiling blood | Y |
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| XXI | A2 |
| 'This Polinesso many times had heard | Y |
| From me for such the Scottish baron's name | X |
| Well warranted by sight as well as word | Y |
| How ill his love was cherished by the dame | X |
| To see another to himself preferred | Y |
| Not only quenched the haughty warrior's flame | X |
| But the fond love which in his bosom burned | Y |
| Into despiteful rage and hatred turned | Y |
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| XXII | A2 |
| 'Between Geneura and her faithful knight | Y |
| Such discord and ill will he schemed to shed | Y |
| And put betwixt the pair such foul despite | Y |
| No time should heal the quarrel he had bred | Y |
| Bringing such scandal on that damsel bright | Y |
| The stain should cleave to her alive or dead | Y |
| Nor bent to wreck her on this fatal shelf | - |
| Counselled with me or other but himself | - |
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| XXIII | A2 |
| ' Dalinda mine ' he said his project brewed | Y |
| Dalinda is my name you needs must know | - |
| That from | D2 |
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