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1  VIII|     both more and less,~Thou Argillan alone, whom sorrow stings,~
2  VIII|      abundance boiled,~"Fly, Argillan, from this false camp fly
3  VIII|      majesty and state,~That Argillan, -- who would have thought
4  VIII| bashful looks they hide,~And Argillan they let in chains be bound,~
5    IX|  resounds about.~ ~ LXXVI~So Argillan rushed forth, sparkled his
6    IX|  though much he sought,~Till Argillan, that watched fit time always~
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