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 1    VI|     foaming steed so fast his master bears,~That never beast,
 2   VII| courage had~To approach their master in his angry mood,~Above
 3  VIII|       Of thee, great lord and master of the same;~And was ashamed
 4  VIII|       To find the body of thy master dear.'~ ~ XXXII~"With that
 5  VIII|       this sword shall be thy master's heir,~It is Rinaldo young,
 6  VIII|       That epitaph of my dear master dead.~ ~ XL~" `Among his
 7  VIII|      And so appeared hath thy master stout,~As lightning doth,
 8    IX|       slay,~And under him his master tumbling lay:~ ~ LXXXIV~
 9     X|   might,~Doubtful of my great master's words to seem~To me were
10  XVII|        and Odemare~The muster master was, and Hidraort,~And Rimedon,
11  XVII|      weapon good~For thy dear master may sharp vengeance take,~
12   XIX|   while how he might bear~His master home, ere night obscured