Chap. 22: Rush hour, arriving in Venice, checking in at The Gritti Palace, the surprise, being tourists, shopping Thursday, and opera Friday.

Wednesday, May 3, 2000

Harry and Daphne were standing in front of their his and hers sinks, which had smaller copies of the golden swan spouts, in their en-suite bath. Both were wearing bathrobes, and they were hurriedly getting ready for the day, as both were running a little late. Their international portkey was to leave at 9:30 AM, putting them arriving at Venice at 10:30, which gave them thirty minutes to make it to the hotel to check in at 11:00. The hotel's boat was to pick them up from their arrival destination. The MoM had also arranged their passports beforehand, with the Italian ministry, so they could arrive privately.

As Harry was brushing his teeth, he tried to ask a question around his toothbrush, which was useless, so he removed it, and quickly asked, "What package did Cyrus say he paid for again?"

Daphne, who had just rinsed out her brush and mouth, and was drying her face with her towel, paused. "Oh, Da' said it was the 'Opera Premiere Experience Package.' He said it includes a buffet breakfast daily, a twenty percent discount off dinner in the 'Club del Doge,' a bottle of champagne at the Club del Doge, two cocktails upon arrival, and opera tickets for two."

Harry hung his toothbrush up, rinsed his mouth, and spat, when he gave out a loud whistle. "He's spending a fortune for fek's sake! We're staying in the Maugham Royal Suite with the canal view. That had to set him back about seventeen-hundred galleons, or more, per day!"

Daphne patted Harry on the shoulder, as she made her way to the door leading to the dressing room, which was between the bath and their bed chamber. "He was planning on paying ten thousand galleons for our wedding, Harry."

After Harry started to shave, he started calculating that in his head. Just as Harry was raking the razor down his neck, he stooped half-way. "That's the equivalent of fifty-thousand pounds sterling!"

Just as Daphne took off her robe, and was wiggling into her panties in the dressing room, she replied, "What can I say, Da' loves his two daughters."

Harry went back to shaving and thought about the cost. That was very expensive, even for him, but he wouldn't voice his opinion. If that was what Cyrus' wanted, well...

Harry dressed himself in the same bespoke suit by Douglas Hayward of Mayfair, which he wore when they took the Dursley's to Potter Manor. He had just retrieved it from the cleaners, along with his new tux, yesterday. The suit was a very dark, single-breasted, two-button, charcoal of the very best wool. He also put on one of their white tailored shirts, and used his gold cufflinks, which had the Peverell family crest on them. He put on his matching vest, and chose a dark maroon tie, with a minute golden fleur-de-lis pattern. When done, he sat on the edge of their bed, and put on a pair of black brogues over his black and gray argyle socks. Finally, he stood again, and snapped his Omega Seamaster wristwatch on. When finished, he looked over at Daphne.

She was wearing a cream-colored Club Monaco pencil-skirt, and matching belt, as well as a white blouse, and pair of beige and white toeless flats. She had her hair put up in a ponytail today, and was wearing small diamond teardrop earrings, as well as a thin diamond choker.

Harry looked over his wife from head to toe, and he still couldn't believe how lucky he was. Between her natural gorgeous looks, cunning, and smarts, she was definitely Apollo's Daphne come to life.

Harry tried to speak, but couldn't at first, so he cleared his throat. "You ready, honey?"

"Ready as ever," Daphne replied with a huge grin.

Harry shrunk their luggage, placed it in his pockets, and held his arm out to Daphne, who took it, and they made their way down to the great hall.

"Kreacher! Winky!" Harry shouted.

Both elves appeared before Harry with slight pops.

"Kreacher, Winky," Harry said, "we're off for our honeymoon, so keep an eye on everything here, yea?"

"Kreacher will be taking good care his master's manor."

"Winky wills be too!"

"All right," Daphne said, as she grinned at the two elves, "we'll see you both next Monday. If anything should arise, tell Seamus or Tracey, and they'll let us know right away."

"We's will Lady Potter," Kreacher croaked, then bowed.

"Ready?" Harry asked. Daphne nodded, kissed him on the cheek, and they headed toward the front entrance. Neither noticed the knowing little grin that Winky had when looking at Daphne. Winky was over the moon with joy.

Harry waved his hand, and the two oak doors opened, where the two newlyweds stepped out into the front courtyard, and walked over to the roundabout. Harry reached into his pocket, and pulled out an old wine bottle, which he enlarged. It was the portkey given to them by the ministry. Both took hold of it, and Harry watched his Omega watch for the time. "In ten seconds," Harry muttered. They felt a pull behind their navels just afterwards, and they were off.

Harry and Daphne appeared at a small courtyard, within a copse of warded trees beside the Le Zitelle, which had been a Catholic church also known as the Santa Maria della Presentazione, on the island of Giudecca. It was part of a former convent that once gave shelter to young maidens ("zitelle"), who had no dowry, and it was located in the easternmost part of Giudecca island. They didn't use the airport to portkey into over who they were, as they were trying to keep a low profile. Here, Harry removed their luggage, and with a wave of his hand, he unshrunk it to normal size.

They walked out of the small courtyard, and through a doorway in a brick wall, guarded by an iron gate, bringing them out on the Fondamenta Zitelle (Zitelle Foundation), by the lagoon, where the two caught the Gritti's private boat at the Zitelle docks, which Cyrus had arranged. They took the boat across the water, past the Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute, where it turned up the Grand Canal, and docked at the hotel's dock between the dining and lounge's terraces. This was in front of the hotel, which was at the canal entrance of the Gritti Palace, where they were staying. Just to their right, after they deboarded, they noticed that the boat, an Aquariva speedboat named "Il Doge," was being moored at the Riva Lounge terrace's poles. The boat was available for a private rental, with champagne for two, and a private tour around Venice's lagoon, called the "Riva Experience." One could also catch a gondola just on the other side of the Riva Lounge's terrace, at the Gondola Station - Santa Maria del Giglio, as well as a water taxi or water bus.

Harry and Daphne were wearing translation rings for Italian, which was the spoken language in Venice, besides English. Here, both approached the large front desk, which looked to Harry to be carved from brown, dark brown, and black marble. On either end were two square columns, supporting two gold-leafed lamps shaped like human-headed Griffons. One could see something similar all throughout Venice, which was a winged lion, the symbol of Venice, known as the Lion of Saint Mark. They all had symbolic ancient ties to the ruling elite of the Near-East. The walls were wood paneled, and behind the desk, the wall was was filled with mail slots and hanging keys.

As Harry and Daphne walked up, they were met with a grinning concierge that was waiting for them. "Come posso aiutarti, signore?" (See AN for translation).

"Sono il comandante Harry Potter," said Harry, "e sono qui con mia moglie per la nostra luna di miele. Abbiamo la suite reale riservata per cinque giorni?"

"Ah, sì, è stato sistemato tutto, comandante. Per favore, registrati, ed ecco le tue chiavi."

Harry signed the registry, and took the keys and a small pamphlet. "Grazie. Potremmo ordinare il servizio in camera per cena stasera. Mio suocero ti ha chiesto di mandarmi una bottiglia di Bollinger?"

"Sì, comandante, quello sta aspettando nella tua stanza, e raffreddato a tuo piacimento!"

"Grazie."

"E i suoi cocktails, signore?"

"Aspetteremo fino a questo pomeriggio", Daphne said.

"Sì, aspetta," Harry said, "grazie." Harry squinted at Daphne over this, wondering what was up.

"Buon soggiorno, comandante, e lo staff augura a entrambi la migliore luna di miele!"

Harry grinned, nodded, and took Daphne's hand, where they made their way past the stairwell, following the bellhop to the lifts, where they noticed photos of famous celebrities hanging on the wall of the hall leading to the stairwell and ground floor rooms. The stairs were stone, they noticed, but had a green carpet runner, which had a red design running through it. The baluster was black wrought iron, with an oak handrail, and the walls were faux-painted to resemble old plaster and millwork. One would see that a lot through Italy and France.

"It's here on the first floor," Daphne said, as she read the pamphlet in the lift, which was handed to them with their keys. "It says, 'Experience a night in the suite inspired after the English playwright, novelist, and short story writer, W. Somerset Maugham, an illustrious and frequent guest of The Gritti Palace.'"

The Potters followed the bellhop out of the lift, and to the door of their "Somerset Maugham Suite," which was written on the door's brass plaque at the front center of the building, and if looking from the Grand Canal outside, it was the first large balcony over the dining terrace. Harry opened the door, and the two made their way in to look around, as the bellhop brought in their luggage. When the bellhop was finished, Harry gave him a generous tip.

When they proceeded into the entry hall, there was a mini-bar through the door on the right, which was stocked with several bottles of wine. On the far wall of the mini-bar area, there was a door that led to a powder room, in brown marble. From here, they turned left at the end of the hall, and walked on into the sitting room. To the right, in the hall, they noticed a branching hall that led to the bedroom and bath, where the bellhop left their luggage.

"Oh, my!" Daphne exclaimed, as she took in the grandeur. The sitting room's rococo plasterwork was painted in a light green, light peach, and ivory, and there was a glass Murano chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was a large Persian rug lying on the Terrazzo floor, and the furniture was all Victorian era. Their Bollinger champagne was resting in a bucket of ice on the dining table, which would sit four. The table also had a vase full of fresh yellow roses. Daphne walked to the floor-to-ceiling French doors, and opened one to step out onto the narrow stone balcony, which was directly over the Gritti Terrace below. The view was astounding, as across the Grand Canal, and to her left, was the Basilica di Santa Maria, and directly across from them was the Sina Centurion Palace, with its barber pole painted mooring poles. One could watch the gondolas being oared along the Grand Canal from here.

She walked back into the sitting room, and went back through the hall, where she opened the door to their bedroom, which had its plasterwork painted in a light peach, light burnt orange, and white. There was another huge Persian rug on the floor, and it held a king-size bed which was decorated in differing shades of purple, the royal color. The furniture was the same Victorian antiques as in the living area.

Daphne walked past the wardrobes, across the hall, and to the bath. The bath was completely done in a grey-blue marble, except the his and her sinks on the right, which had a base of a peach colored marble. Odd colors, but here, they worked. There was a huge walk-in shower to the left, behind a glass door, as well as a tub, and to the right, behind another glass door, was a toilet and bidet.

Daphne walked back to the bedroom, as Harry was unpacking their luggage, and opened the French doors in the corner, which led to the end of the same narrow stone balcony, with the view from the sitting room. What she liked the most, was the small round breakfast table for two, in the bedroom, where they could breakfast if they wanted in the mornings.

Daphne toed off her shoes, and took a running leap at the bed, where she did a mid-air twist, landing on her back like a cat. She giggled, bent her knees up, and motioned for Harry with her index finger, who had just came back into the room with the Bollinger champagne, and two flutes.

Harry sat the champagne and two flutes down on the bedside table, toed off his shoes, and lie down on the bed beside his grinning wife. He filled the two flutes, and handed one to Daphne, who took a sip, and sit hers on the bedside table beside her.

"Harry, I have something to tell you."

"Yes?" Harry asked, as he wondered what was up.

"This may be the last champagne I can drink for a while," Daphne replied, and she looked a little worried.

"Why's that, sweetheart?"

"Harry," Daphne sighed, "I missed my monthly."

Several expressions shot across Harry's face in a flash. "You mean you're...?"

"Maybe."

Harry grabbed Daphne's shoulders, pulled her forward, and kissed her, hard. When he pulled away, Daphne noticed a tear in his eye.

"You're not upset?"

"NO! Why would you think that? I'm elated, and this is, well, it's ace!"

Daphne barreled into Harry, kissed him hard, again, and soon, clothes came off, which were thrown everywhere.

Just before the two were about to have sex, it hit Harry about the wide-eyed look of Hermione and Daphne's parents. So, that's what that was about, Harry thought, as he leaned down to kiss his wife. It also must be why Winky seemed to be extra caring toward Daphne over the past week. Elves could pick up on those things. This was the best wedding present that he could ever wish for. After all, all he had ever wanted was a proper family, and now he and his wife had that.

That afternoon, they were brought afternoon tea at 3:00 PM, and later, they had their supper in their sitting room at 7:00. The two Potters wanted to spend some close quality time alone, as they lounged in their suite, talking with each other. They read some of the books in their suite, and watched a bit of telly in bed before getting a good night's rest.

Thursday, May 4, 2000

The next day was busy for the newlyweds, as they took a water taxi at 8:00 AM to Saint Mark's Basilica, where Daphne took a load of photos. She also did so at the Doge's Palace, and around the "Piazza." At noon, they took a water bus on the Grand Canal to the "Rialto," where they dined at the Al Buso, on the bridge, and shopped at the T Fondaco dei Tedeschi, Duty Free Store. It reminded the Potters of Harrods back in London. The store sold items from such companies as Emporio Armani, Gucci, Burberry, Estee Lauder, Bvlgari, and Saint Laurent. However, the Potters bought a new pair of comfortable black Reebok sneakers, each, as Venice required a lot of walking where there was no boat service. To these, they added several cushioning charms. There were no automobiles in Venice, but there were many narrow streets, and alleys, as well as footbridges across the canals connecting everything. If you couldn't take a boat, you walked.

While there, they made a point of finding the opera house, which was called the "Teatro Malibran." It was across a canal, and toward the back, sitting in front of the home of Marco Polo, known as the "Casa di Marco Polo." The other opera house, the "Teatro La Fenice" (Phoenix Theatre), which they could have walked to from the hotel, had burned down, but was under reconstruction. The theater, literally, rose again from the ashes. However, the two theaters had the same operas and plays, which is what they would attend the following evening at 8:00 PM.

That evening, both were dog tired when they returned to the Gritti Palace at 7:00 PM, but they made sure to eat at the Club del Doge, and claim their bottle of champagne, since the Bollinger in the room was an extra. Both found that the Gritti Terrace, though, served a wider range of food, such as hamburgers, which was where they would dine from there on out. Here, you could sit at a table on the terrace, dine, and have drinks, as you watched the gondolas and other boats on the Grand Canal.

That evening, when the Potters made it back to their suite, bathed, and climbed into bed, they were out like a light by 10:00.

Friday, May 5, 2000

The next morning, the Potters, still in their bathrobes, had breakfast brought up by room service, and they dined in their bedroom while having the two French doors open for the view.

Next, Harry and Daphne dressed, and caught another water taxi over to San Giorgio Maggiore, where they visited the "Church of San Giorgio Maggiore." The church was a 16th-century Benedictine church, designed by Andrea Palladio, and built between 1566 to 1610. It was a basilica in the classical Renaissance style, with brilliant white marble that sat above the blue water of the lagoon, opposite the Piazzetta di San Marco, and it formed a view from every part of the Riva degli Schiavoni.

The Potters were warned that the churches could refuse you admission, if one didn't dress conservatively. Shorts, as well as revealing tops on women, or uncovered arms, were frowned upon in Venetian churches.

When finished with their tour, they had brunch at the "San Giorgio Café." Next, they caught another water taxi at the San Giorgio dock, and made their way over to visit the Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute. Once done, they picked up a water bus for the Grand Canal. They used the water buses because Harry had bought passes, which were cheaper. Here, they took it all the way up the Grand Canal, winding along the "dragon," north, to the S. Marcuola Casino dock, where they deboarded. The casino was of some interest, but the Potters made their way along the narrow streets, to the "Chiesa di Santa Maria Maddalena," (Santa Maria Maddalena in Cannaregio, or simply La Maddalena), which was a round Templar church. Both investigated the church for magic, and runes, all the while going unnoticed by the other tourists. Over the door was the ancient symbol for the Templars, which also led back to the Peverell coat of arms.

The casino was in the Ca' Vendramin Calergi, which was a mansion commissioned by Andrea Loredan, a connoisseur of the fine arts. It was paid for by the doge, Leonardo Loredan in 1581, but the Loredan family suffered financial difficulties, and they sold it for 50,000 ducats to Eric II, Duke of Brunswick-Lüneburg. The Duke took loans to afford it, and to host sumptuous dinners for the Venetian nobility. Richard Wagner had stayed there, and died there. The casino, called the "Casinò di Venezia," was within the building, as well as a restaurant called "The Wagner," and a museum for Wagner.

Once the newlyweds were finished with their snooping, they made their way back to the Gritti Palace. On the way, Harry argued that they should try the casino one night, which was touted as the "world's oldest casino," as he wanted to try his hand at Blackjack, and the "chemin de fer" type of Baccarat. Harry knew better to play the "punto banco" type, over the odds, as each player's moves are forced by the cards the player was dealt in this type. However, both Blackjack and Baccarat had the better odds of winning over any casino game.

The two made it back to their suite at 4:00, where they readied themselves for dinner out on the Gritti Terrace. Both had a nice meal, as Harry sipped from a flute of champagne, and Daphne sparkling grape juice, as they watched the boat traffic, and took in the sights. At 6:30, they made their way to a Vaporetto (water bus), from the Gigllo dock, and on to the the Rialto, where they deboarded. The water bus made six stops before their destination, which was north of them, on the Grand Canal. When they deboarded, they made their way along the narrow streets, and alleys, until they arrived at the Teatro Malibran. Here, they were to see "Orlando Furioso," a three-act opera with music composed by Antonio Vivaldi, and written by Giovanni Alberto Ristori.

Cyrus had paid extra to obtain the box seats for the night, and good ones as well. They were in the fourth box on the second tier, where the Potters had a very good view of the stage, and of the orchestra down in the orchestra pit. Daphne read, in a low voice, from the programme as she and Harry took their seats.

"The action of Orlando Furioso takes place against the background of the war between the Christian emperor, Charlemagne, and the Saracen king of Africa, Agramante, who has invaded Europe to avenge the death of his father, Troiano. Agramante and his allies, who include Marsilio, the King of Spain, and the boastful warrior Rodomonte, besiege Charlemagne in Paris.

"Meanwhile, Orlando, Charlemagne's most famous paladin, has been tempted to forget his duty to protect the emperor, because of his love for the pagan princess Angelica. At the beginning of the poem, Angelica escapes from the castle of the Bavarian Duke, Namo, and Orlando sets off in pursuit. The two meet with various adventures until Angelica saves a wounded Saracen knight, Medoro, falls in love, and elopes with him to Cathay...

"Act 1: In a delightful garden, in which two springs are seen, Medoro escapes from a shipwreck into the arms of his beloved Angelica. Alcina magically helps Medoro, and he recounts how he was first captured, then, shipwrecked. Orlando is jealous of Medoro, but Angelica lies and says Medoro is her brother.

"Alcina is attracted to the knight Ruggiero. She uses her magic to make him forget Bradamante and love her instead. Bradamante discovers Ruggiero's "betrayal." She shows him the ring he gave her, therefore breaking Alcina's spell. Ruggiero feels guilty for his actions...

"Unlike the Orlando furioso, RV 728 of 1727, in which the role of Orlando is sung by a contralto, the 1714 opera assigns the title role to a bass. The third act is missing, and the rest of the score, evidently used in performances by the composer, is incomplete. Two arias are lost, seven arias are incomplete, only the bass part is extant, and three arias are identical with extant arias in RV 727 and RV 729."

"Morgana is supposedly Alcina's sister," Daphne whispered, "though no appearance in this. Shame that."

Harry quickly cast a one-way privacy ward, with a wave of his hand, when the lights dimmed. It was so that the audience couldn't hear them, but they could hear everything themselves.

"An almost all female cast," Harry whispered, looking dead ahead. "Especially the guards with the witch, Alcina, which are supposed to be men. Orlando is played by a female, too, according to the programme. Talk about a...'drag.'"

Daphne almost snorted at that innuendo. It surprised Daphne at how well Harry could speak without hardly moving his lips, and keep a straight face. That's all right, she would get him to crack a grin before long. This was the game that they played with each other at operas and other events. Who would crack first?

The opera started, and part-way into it, the guards seemed to get frisky with the enchantress.

Harry, still keeping a straight face, looked over to Daphne and muttered, "A little bender action with Alcina's supposedly male guards, eh? How kinky!"

"One wonders," Daphne whispered, not to be outdone, "if that giant clam has any significant meaning concerning Alcina?"

"A giant hairless golden clam, too," Harry whispered. He noticed Daphne's shoulders shake, though she kept her lips tight and straight.

"I think she's more Nair, and not wax, love," Daphne muttered.

Harry made a pinched face at the idea of the burning that would surely ensue with Nair, as he remembered a joke about a woman's Schnauzer and the hair removal product. Of course, Daphne noticed his pinched face.

"Angelica's quivering voice reminds me of the sounds that Pansy used to make with Blaise in the broom closets," muttered Daphne after a few minutes. "You could hear her yodling all the way out in the hall, with the door closed. He was either that big, or she was that petite!"

Ah, Daphne noticed the corner of Harry's mouth twitch.

"That's nothing," Harry muttered. "Alcina's quivering voice reminds me of Dolores Umbridge's after Bane was through with her!"

"Who's Bane?"

"One of the centaurs," replied Harry. That finally made Daphne slightly curl her lips and her shoulders shake. Imagine, Umbridge being drilled from behind by a centaur, Daphne thought. That was just ghastly. Hilarious, but ghastly!

"I always took Umbridge to be into bestiality," Daphne muttered. "After all, she did look like a toad."

Now, Harry's shoulders shook, and he broke the tiniest grin. "Imagine what all of her cats have witnessed?"

Finally, a new personality entered the scene on the stage.

"That's Orlando?" Daphne was slightly appalled.

"That's one homely Orlando," Harry discretely muttered, while staring straight ahead. "Looks like a Knockturn Alley hooker in drag."

Daphne almost snorted, as it was an actress dressed as Orlando, but she stared ahead at the stage, and kept her lips pressed tight.

"Look Harry," Daphne discretely whispered after a few minutes, "one of the Alcina's guards is humping a stage prop."

Harry snorted. Daphne had finally gotten to him, as the woman playing the guard was actually hunching while straddling the prop, and looked to be trying to lick it, too. How far would these thespians go, both wondered?

Later, when the Hippogriff was on stage, with the moon in the background, Harry leaned over and whispered, "Daph, I don't know about you, but I've never seen a Hippogriff with two big pointy ears." This, finally, made Daphne snort, and Harry smirk, as he sat back to watch the rest of the act.

The Orc, though, which was supposedly a sea monster, stretched incredulity to the limit for a real witch and wizard, and both smirked.

This went on back and forth between the newlyweds, and through the entire opera. The Potters had a blast while trying to cause each other to grin or laugh, while keeping everyone else from noticing their fun, as the quips flew back and forth. Besides, this was good practice for their line of work, when using doublespeak, or when, as Daphne liked to call it, telling a whopper of a fib with a straight face.

-=QE=-

AN, Translation from Google:

"Come posso aiutarti, signore?" : How can I help you sir"

"Sono il comandante Harry Potter," said Harry, "e sono qui con mia moglie per la nostra luna di miele. Abbiamo la suite reale riservata per cinque giorni?" : "I'm Commander Harry Potter," said Harry, "and I'm here with my wife for our honeymoon. Do we have the royal suite reserved for five days?"

"Ah, sì, è stato sistemato tutto, comandante. Per favore, registrati, ed ecco le tue chiavi." : "Ah, yes, everything has been sorted out, Commander. Please register, and here are your keys."

"Grazie. Potremmo ordinare il servizio in camera per cena stasera. Mio suocero ti ha chiesto di mandarmi una bottiglia di Bollinger?" : "Thank you. We might order room service for dinner tonight. Did my father-in-law ask you to send up a bottle of Bollinger?"

"Sì, comandante, quello sta aspettando nella tua stanza, e raffreddato a tuo piacimento!" : "Yes, commander, that is waiting in your room, and cooled to your liking!"

"Grazie." : Thank you.

"E i suoi cocktails, signore?" : "What about your cocktails, sir?"

"Aspetteremo fino a questo pomeriggio", Daphne said. : "We will wait until this afternoon," Daphne said.

"Sì, aspetta," Harry said, "grazie." : "Yes, wait," Harry said, "thank you."

"Buon soggiorno, comandante, e lo staff augura a entrambi la migliore luna di miele!" : "Have a good stay, Commander, and the staff wish you both the best honeymoon!

Note: Google Translate sucks with Italian. Always check it.

For the suite, see: Youtube dot com forward-slash watch?v=j3UV_poYiwQ

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The hotel, see: YouTube dot com forward-slash watch?v=P58DsKTmuz0

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And (Riva Lounge): YouTube dot com forward-slash watch?v=I5ZDhKgdkiA

(The Potter's suite is at the first floor balcony with the Italian flag.)

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The Potters at the Opera, Antonio Vivaldi - Orlando furioso, (a 1532 Italian poem, aka The Frenzy of Orlando, or more literally, Raging Roland), at Teatro Malibran operah house: YouTube dot com forward-slash watch?v=FNnht2vDkEU