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 1    II|   among the conquered prey.~ ~ XCIII~Argant a sword, whereof
 2    IV|     wounds and heals again.~ ~ XCIII~While thus she them torments
 3    VI|  laughed when Alcides spun.~ ~ XCIII~Oh, with what labor did
 4   VII|  Argantes' sword was broke.~ ~ XCIII~The sword was broke, therein
 5    IX|         if fight, they die.~ ~ XCIII~Fear, cruelty, grief, horror,
 6   XII|         and she her knight;~ ~ XCIII~"Unless thyself, thyself
 7  XVII| foresee, and seen, prevent.~ ~ XCIII~"But if it hap against those
 8 XVIII|     Heaven's glorious King:~ ~ XCIII~"Lift up thine eyes, and
 9   XIX|      heart, my soul almost.~ ~ XCIII~"Through fire and sword,
10    XX|    back, and forth he rode.~ ~ XCIII~Great, yet but short and