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THE ORLANDO FURIOSO.
CANTO IX.
XCIII.
Nor he in England nor in Ireland port
Will make, nor on the coast that ’s opposite.
But let him go, the naked archer’s sport,
Sore smitten in the heart!—ere I indite
Yet more of him, to Holland I resort,
And you to bear me company invite.
For well I wot that you as well as me
’Twould grieve that bridal should without us be.
XCIV.
Sumptuous and fair the bridal there is made;
But neither yet so sumptuous nor so fair
As it will be in Zealand, it is said:
But ’tis not my design you should repair
Thither; since by new accidents delayed
The feast will be, of which be it my care,
In other strain, the tidings to report;
If you to hear that other strain resort.
