Count Orlando [...] had looked all over the forest and was just now arriving at the little grove on the bank of Love River, where Angelica was sleeping. He was so ecstatic at the vision of her asleep, there in the midst of the meadow flowers, that he asked himself: "Am I here or in paradise? Do I really see her, or am I dreaming?"

It did not even occur to him to leap on the girl and have his way with her, so captivated was his soul by watching her sleep. Thus the famous baron, expert in battle but not in matters of love, stood there motionless in contemplation of her without taking advantage of the situation, says the poem.

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Following... Orlando, the warrior Ferraguto also happened upon the flowery meadow on the bank of Love River, where Angelica was sleeping.

Here he saw a knight in dark clothing who was completely absorbed in looking at something, and was amazed to see him standing there so still. But Ferraguto could not recognize him as Orlando, because the count was not wearing his vermilion quarter coat of arms.

Once Ferraguto saw Angelica sleeping in the meadow, however, jealousy caused blood to rush to his head. And he took to yelling like a madman at the knight absorbed in contemplation of the girlchild.

And he pronounced these words: "I am that same count Orlando who is not afraid of the whole world, even if the whole world were armed. And you, vile rogue, son of a bitch, deserve as much of my attention as a milkfed babe!"