The Orlando Innamorato in English, Book I, Canto XVI, Stanzas 1-20
CANTO XVI
ARGUMENT
Orlando and King Agricane duel
To th’admiration of the heathen crowd.
But they are parted when, to save his jewel
King Gallifron arrives, to vengeance vowed.
With him is Archiloro, tall and cruel
And allied with him is Marfisa proud,
Who does not deign as yet to join the fight.
Meanwhile, Rinaldo meets a woeful knight.
1
Ev’rything which beneath the Moon is found,
The riches and the kingdoms of the earth,
Are Fortune’s playthings, and she wheels them round
Without a thought, except to give her mirth.
She overthrows whatever seems most sound.
But, above all, in war there is no dearth
Of her caprices and her wayward freaks.
A parallel it would be vain to seek.
2
This may be seen in Agricane’s case,
Who was the emperor of Tartary,
And in the world had such a lofty place,
And ha many kings his slaves to be.
But when he tried to win a lovely face,
Dead and destroyed was half his company.
And seven kings who knelt at his command
Died in one day, at Count Orlando’s hand.
3
Desperate now, he rides across the field,
Blowing his horn and seeking for a fight,
Or else demanding Count Orlando yield,
With his companions, to that valiant knight.
Himself alone will fight, sword, lance, and shield,
Any who dare to here contest his might.
Now comes the drawbridge of Albracca down,
And the French count appears, armed tow to crown.
4
Beside him ride Oberto dal Leon,
And Brandimart, of chivalry the flower,
King Adriano and frank Chiarïon.
With these, Angelica may mock the power
Of Agrican, as she in beauty shone,
Leaning out of the window of her bower
So that the Count may see and be inspired.
The five ride down the slope, in arms attired.
5
King Agricane stands athwart the path,
Scorning to ride ahead to meet so few.
His face burns like a fire, such is his wrath,
Which ev’ry corner of his mind imbues.
He turns t’address the coward troops he hath,
Who lack for strength and chivalry, and who
Don’t even dare to look him in the face
As this invective spews he in that place.
6
“Now listen well, you churls with knocking knees.
Nobody move to give me any aid!
A thousand thousand could not make me flee,
Not even if their allies they had made
Samson, Achilles, Hector, Hercules.
I still would leave them mangled and filleted.
And once I have cut down these braggart five,
I will not leave a man of you alive.
7
“For every one of you, accurséd folk,
Before the evening star tonight I’ve viewed,
I’ll cut in tiny pieces, brain, or choke,
And leave the plain with all your corpses strewed,
Lest turning home, you should in wedlock’s yoke
Raise up in Tartary degenerate broods
Who should bring such dishonor to my sway
As ye did in the battle yesterday.”
8
The people trembled when his speech they heard,
Like poplar leaves amidst a hurricane.
Nor do they dare to answer him a word,
So much they feared their ruler’s wrath insane.
Alone King Agrican his charged spurred
And left behind him all his vast brigade.
He blew upon his horn with lusty breath,
Playing the song of flesh and blood and death.
9
Orlando, who had noticed as he fought
Agrican’s matchless bravery and might,
From Jesus Christ in humbleness besought
To bring him to the true religion’s light.
He signs himself, and then, as Christians ought,
Commends himself to God. He soon caught sight
O’ th’ Tartar coming with intention dire,
Baiardo left a trail of wind and fire.
10
If you have ever seen two thunderstorms,
From east and west turning the heavens drear,
Some hint of those two barons you may form;
They knock each other o’er their horses’ rears.
Their lances shatter, and the armor worn
By them makes such a rattle in men’s ears,
That upward turn the eyes of one and all,
Thinking the heavens are about to fall.
11
Every looker-on calls on his God,
Asking aid for the cause he thinketh just.
Great Brigliadoro lies upon the sod:
Orlando spurs him up, but only just.
But good Baiardo with such swiftness trod
You could not see him for the clouds of dust;
But then he halts, and paws, and turns around,
Leaping Orlando with a seven-foot bound.
12
The Count by now is ready to withstand
All of the force his foe can bring to bear;
Almonte’s former sword* is in his hand,
And Agricane has the sharp Trancher;
The two combatants face to face now stand,
Whose equals cannot be found anywhere;
As on that day to one and all was shown,
Rarely on earth hath such a pair been known.
13
Neither one seeks a rest, and neither grieves,
Nor to they halt from giving heavy blows;
But as the trees are stripped bare of their leaves
By the great blasts the mighty tempest blows,
E’en so the fighting of these barons leaves
Their armor tattered from their heads to toes;
Their shields are ruined and their surcoats tattered.
They had no crests left, at least none that mattered.
14
Orlando thinks that he will make this brief,
And end the battle with a single clout.
He brings his sword down on the helmet’s chief;
It bounces off, while sparks of fire shoot out.
King Agricane says through gritted teeth,
“Just wait a moment, and we’ll see how stout
Thy helmet is, and I believe we’ll find
It is not worthy to be named with mine.”
15
And when he’s spoken, with both hands he starts
To bring Tranchera down, and he is sure
He’ll cleave the Count Orlando in two parts,
And even his horse will be beyond a cure,
But damage none unto the helm imparts,
For by enchantment was the work procured.
Wizard Albrizach, the curséd one
Made it to give to Agolante’s son,
16
Who lost it, when Orlando by the fount
Slew him and saved the crown of Charlemagne,
As all men know. Now turn we to the Count,
Who has received he blow of might and main.
In sweat he broke out – ’twas no small amount,
And vengeance was the thought that filled his brain;
Ever and ever stronger grows his wrath.
He swings his sword with all the strength he hath.
17
The cruel sword glanced off the helmet’s marge,
And landed on the shoulder, splitting steel.
It slices off the third part of his targe,
And opens steel and leather to reveal
The white flesh, with his muscles bulging large.
Down to his waist it glances, and he feels
It lightly graze his flesh and pierce him there.
The armor’s torn away; his side is bare.
18
King Agricane felt such grievous pain,
He thought, “I must withdraw and rest a spell.
If of a poultice I were not so fain,
You would be dead before the twilight fell.
But all his prowess will be all in vain,
For I will shortly send him straight to Hell;
And mail and plate have never yet been wrought
That could protect the man whose life I sought.”
19
And with such thoughts, he lifts in his right hand
Tranchera, his inimitable blade;
Orlando’s shield could not the blow withstand,
But he was forced to drop it on the ground.
The sword glides down his flank, and all to-rends
His hauberk, with an awful grinding sound.
Pieces of metal scatter here and there,
But no skin’s broken, no blood anywhere.
20
They stand and watch, those four good cavaliers
Who with Orlando rode in company,
And marvel at the fight, the blows so fierce,
And each and ev’ry one swears certainly
That all the world has never seen the peers
Of those two knights for strength and chivalry.
The pagans likewise doth the fight astound,
“The two of them are equal, by Mahound!”
Notes
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