Scene III A Battle-field
Alarums: Rodomont and Brandimart fly. Enter Orlando with Rodomont’s coat.
Orl. The fox is scap’d, but here’s his case:
I miss’d him near; ’twas time for him to trudge.
[Enter the Duke of Aquitain.
How now, my lord of Aquitain!
Aq. My lord, the court-of-guard is put unto the sword
And all the watch that thought themselves so sure,
So that not one within the castle breathes.
Orl. Come then, let’s post amain to find out Rodomont,
And then in triumph march unto Marsilius. [Exeunt.