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1  XVII|        XXVI~Nor thee, great Altamore, in her chaste bed~Thy loving
2   XIX|  whom he lay enclosed, rose Altamore,~His hot desire he hid and
3   XIX|   have thy murder sworn,~Is Altamore, the king of Samarcand!~
4    XX|  for himself to lead,~Great Altamore received the left to guide,~
5    XX|   his front.~ ~ XXXVIII~But Altamore who had that wing to lead~
6    XX| such her looks.~ ~ LXIX~But Altamore, this while that strove
7    XX|     turned his steed,~Great Altamore on foot, with blood all