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 1    II|    first we meet in field."~ ~ XCIV~Thus took they congee, and
 2    IV|     the gamut then of love.~ ~ XCIV~For down she bet her bashful
 3    VI| forthwith and forward rode.~ ~ XCIV~Disguised they went, and
 4   VII|        s armor was so good.~ ~ XCIV~The brittle web of that
 5    IX|       of that bloody field.~ ~ XCIV~But when he saw the Pagans
 6   XII|    comfort left her knight.~ ~ XCIV~Thus comforted he waked,
 7  XVII|        their accursed king!~ ~ XCIV~"Too late the Moors, too
 8 XVIII|    view those angels plain.~ ~ XCIV~"Behold the souls of every
 9   XIX|         let me die a maid.'~ ~ XCIV~"He lift me by the trembling
10    XX|      their names but twain;~ ~ XCIV~Gildippes fair, and Edward