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 1     I| William, and Good Ademare.~ ~ XXXIX~Their jolly notes they chanted
 2    II|   known was that fair inn.~ ~ XXXIX~She scorned the arts these
 3   III|    Nilus' unknown springs.~ ~ XXXIX~"Rinaldo is his name, his
 4    IV|     sung this nightingale:~ ~ XXXIX~"Victorious prince, whose
 5     V|   have of kings and lords.~ ~ XXXIX~Old Raymond praised his
 6    VI|     he should have spoken.~ ~ XXXIX~But when with threats they
 7   VII|     at his face and sight.~ ~ XXXIX~Against those numbers battery
 8  VIII|  further speech us stayed;~ ~ XXXIX~"For there whereas the wounded
 9    IX|   same his murdered brood.~ ~ XXXIX~On Apennine like as a sturdy
10     X|       to die with praise."~ ~ XXXIX~Thus much Argantes said,
11    XI|    their brains and bones.~ ~ XXXIX~The fierce assailants kept
12   XII|      and your tutor been.~ ~  XXXIX~"Last morn, from skies ere
13  XIII|       but they could read.~ ~ XXXIX~Mongst them he picked out
14   XIV|     pure, and gold divine.~ ~ XXXIX~And all his banks the rich
15    XV|        there have I been."~ ~ XXXIX~She answered him, "Well
16   XVI|     conquered so, to kill.~ ~ XXXIX~But now herself disdained,
17  XVII|    battle, bring captive."~ ~ XXXIX~Thus spake the tyrant. and
18 XVIII|  fools, of shades afraid!"~ ~ XXXIX~From thence home to the
19   XIX|      they did late defile.~ ~ XXXIX~But Solyman this while himself
20    XX|     bruised with his feet.~ ~ XXXIX~By this brave Persian's