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1     I|  battailous and bold,~Late led by Hugo, brother to their King,~
2     I| descending from their spring,~But Hugo dead, the lily fair of gold,~
3   XIV|     Godfrey, knowest thou not thy Hugo here?~Come and embrace thy
4   XIV|         air and wind.~ ~ VII~Lord Hugo smiled, "Not as you think,"
5   XIV|          rest there sit?"~ ~ VIII~Hugo replied, "Ere many years
6   XIV|         the best and surest way:"~Hugo replied, "Thy happy foot
7  XVII|          Otho's bride.~Behind him Hugo stood with warfare long,~
8 XVIII|       such an heap do make,~There Hugo fights, in thickest cloud
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