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1    II|   thus our fortune casts the hapless die,~Death hath exchanged
2    IV|    merit you commenden so,~A hapless maid I am, both born to
3     V| furious blade;~Down fell the hapless prince with death oppressed,~
4     V|    life, my right.~I wish my hapless self no longer lived,~When
5    VI|    the sole daughter of that hapless king,~That of proud Antioch
6    VI|      friends constrained~The hapless maid her passions to forbear,~
7    IX|     justs abide,~And of that hapless youth, who hurt his steed,~