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 1   III| rest is easy, scant to rise espied:~But mighty bulwarks fence
 2     V|     But with the morning he espied the dame,~That with her
 3     V|     place thereof weak fear espied,~With merry looks these
 4    VI|    s thigh, as he supposed, espied~And reaching forth gainst
 5   XII|    there, and in her breast espied~His handiwork, that deep
 6    XV|    the sacred staff he once espied~A trembling fear through
 7  XVII|   feast was done, she, that espied~All eyes on her fair visage
 8    XX|  that had the tower to keep~Espied a sudden mist, that overcast~
 9    XX| French well knew, and plain espied,~For from the walls and
10    XX|  had not marched far ere he espied~Of his proud foes the mighty
11    XX|     alive remained;~Godfrey espied as he turned his steed,~