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 1    II| murderment,~Wherein her guiltless friends should hopeless starve,~
 2   III|       round.~ ~ LXVII~His wailing friends adorned the mournful bier~
 3   III|         Of cypress sad a pile his friends compose~Under a hill o'ergrown
 4    IV|         do aid implore~Of kin and friends; but I in this sad plight~
 5    IV|         Who with assistance of my friends and kin,~May serve my kingdom
 6     V|        state;~And that Gernando's friends would venge the wrong,~Although
 7     V|          do this camp and us your friends such harm.~ ~ XLVI~"Tell
 8     V|   Christian camp incontinent.~His friends, whose love did never shrink
 9     V|         Some hard mishap upon his friends should light,~For which
10    VI|           guarded with his trusty friends forth rode.~ ~ XXVI~But
11    VI|           banishment, nor loss of friends constrained~The hapless
12    VI|        foe~She must, that had her friends and kinsfolk slain:~Some
13  VIII|        deprived~We are of all our friends by chance of fight,~Come
14  VIII|          brave troops and so dear friends to us,~One hour hath spent,
15  VIII|           then hope you my trusty friends?~His villain heart is full
16     X|         this thing,~That here thy friends lie slain, not laid in chest,~
17     X|           what grief his men, his friends he found;~And standards
18     X|      state was much impaired,~Our friends were slain, killed were
19     X|           hermit and some private friends,~For all those worthies,
20    XI|          stood between;~His other friends whom his mishap dismay,~
21    XI|            But grieved to see his friends lamenting stand;~The leech
22   XIV|           not behind~Thy greatest friends in state or friendship true;~
23  XVII|         nations subject, and what friends he brings;~From all lands
24  XVII|          And set those lords, his friends, at large again.~ ~ XLVI~"
25 XVIII|        were no sting;~Of his dear friends then he embraced the crew~
26 XVIII|       there sat down with all his friends around;~Now of the war he
27 XVIII|          went~Alone, and left his friends, and left his tent.~ ~ XII~
28 XVIII|        crew,~"The town is won, my friends, and doth it yet~Resist?
29   XIX|         thus defending gainst his friends his foe,~Through thousand
30   XIX|        kept his grief unseen;~"My friends, you are unconquered this
31   XIX|           angry lover, 'twixt her friends and lords,~For in that troop
32   XIX|          his crest,~That so their friends for Pagans may them know:~
33   XIX|        woe:~Light was the loss of friends, of realm or crown;~But
34   XIX|      death, Vafrine,~Which all my friends did burn, did kill, did
35    XX|        leaped down, and fled from friends' and fone,~On a swift horse
36    XX|        harm his foes, or help his friends;~Nor of the Pagans saw he