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 1     I|       those wars should be.~ ~ XXXIII~This power they gave him,
 2    II|        dight for sacrifice.~ ~ XXXIII~About the pile of fagots,
 3   III|       balls unhurt to shun:~ ~ XXXIII~So ran Clorinda, so her
 4    IV|     sight, blown by desire.~ ~ XXXIII~Thus passed she, praised,
 5     V|      the fault would touch.~ ~ XXXIII~Arnoldo, minion of the Prince
 6    VI|       hast encountered me."~ ~ XXXIII~"Not so," quoth he, "pardy
 7   VII|     age shall turn to gray;~ ~ XXXIII~"Except thou swear her valiant
 8  VIII|      though dead, yet bold.~ ~ XXXIII~"He lay not grovelling now,
 9    IX|    they, and together died.~ ~ XXXIII~That done, Sabino's lance
10     X|      then speak your fill."~ ~ XXXIII~This said, that narrow entrance
11    XI|    place they took to keep.~ ~ XXXIII~The hardy Frenchmen, full
12   XII|      to prattle, and to go.~ ~ XXXIII~"But having passed the August
13  XIII|    strength and vigor gave.~ ~ XXXIII~To this exploit forth went
14   XIV|    proud and puissant made,~ ~ XXXIII~So proud that over all his
15    XV|      and noble story live."~ ~ XXXIII~Thus talking, swift twixt
16   XVI| champion for a wanton dame.~ ~ XXXIII~"What letharge hath in drowsiness
17  XVII|     young; for wisdom, old.~ ~ XXXIII~When all these regiments
18 XVIII|     fort is eath to enter."~ ~ XXXIII~Thus as she woos she rolls
19   XIX|       armed or naked were:~ ~  XXXIII~Fast fled the people weak,
20    XX|  strength and for his fall.~ ~ XXXIII~Her lance thus broke, the