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 1    II|       dear subjects, fire and weapon take,~Burn, murder, kill
 2    II|   their hearing shrill,~Their weapon, faith; their fortress,
 3    II|     pricked his reason on his weapon's end.~ ~ LX~These two entreatance
 4    II|  spring.~ ~ LXXIV~"Suppose no weapon can thy valor's pride~Subdue,
 5   III|      his side he sheathed his weapon keen,~Down fell the worthy
 6    VI|       that will, and all that weapon draws,~Let him that yields
 7    VI|  reaching forth gainst it his weapon large,~Quite naked to his
 8    VI|       But bites the senseless weapon mad with smart,~Seeking
 9    VI|       cruel blade,~The bloody weapon in my wounded side~Might
10    VI|      she beheld her foe, with weapon bright~Threatening her death,
11   VII|     And far awry the poignant weapon bore,~He burst his lance
12   VII|     sharp head blunted of the weapon keen.~ ~ CIV~Raymond drew
13  VIII|      of the man,~With his own weapon wound Godfredo's hand;~Kindle
14  VIII|    right hand closed held his weapon bright,~Ready to strike
15  VIII| forced his hand that needless weapon spare:~`This sword,' quoth
16  VIII|    flood;~ ~ LXII~"I will thy weapon whet, inflame thine ire,~
17    IX|     hurt or harm he found,~No weapon on his hardened helmet bit,~
18    IX|    gainst Achilles turned her weapon bright.~ ~ LXX~Upon his
19    IX|      at one wondrous blow his weapon fine,~Did Adiazel in two
20    XI|        He strove in haste the weapon out to wind,~And broke the
21    XI|      to thy help applies,~Thy weapon take and haste again to
22    XI|       his shield against that weapon's might.~ ~ LXXIX~The dreadful
23    XI|       the same,~The murdering weapon at his neck out-run,~Nor
24   XII| Between her breasts the cruel weapon rives~Her curious square,
25  XIII|      laid,~My tender rind thy weapon sharp doth rive,~Cruel,
26  XIII|    Out of his feeble hand his weapon start,~Himself out of his
27   XIV|     flit bird that Jove's hot weapon bears,~A faithful pilot,
28    XV|        Will you with sword or weapon battle make~Against this
29  XVII|      lord,~Gave him the fatal weapon, and withal,~"Young knight,"
30  XVII|    this hand which holds this weapon good~For thy dear master
31   XIX|     he brought,~Nor would his weapon touch, but pierce his heart,~
32    XX|      lie;~But with that cruel weapon lost their life~Gentonio,
33    XX|    chariot swift he flew,~His weapon made him way with bloody
34    XX| tender side,~And sheathed his weapon in the Pagan's heart,~The