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 1     I|  strucken dead with wonder.~ ~ XVIII~But when recovered, he considered
 2    II|    shame had made her bold.~ ~ XVIII~And forth she went, a shop
 3   III|      though in armor dight.~ ~ XVIII~"Say, who is he shows so
 4    IV|   spoil the greatest part."~ ~ XVIII~Before his words the tyrant
 5     V|        exiled reason quite.~ ~ XVIII~The hidden devil, that lies
 6    VI|      sharp or pleasing be."~ ~ XVIII~The challenge gan he then
 7   VII|     beseemed a shepherdess.~ ~ XVIII~Not those rude garments
 8  VIII|       cloud of arrows flew:~ ~ XVIII~"Uneven the fight, unequal
 9    IX|       harm or displeasure.~ ~  XVIII~"Nor is this camp that great
10     X|       thus he spoke withal:~ ~ XVIII~"Whoe'er thou art above
11    XI| against to-morrow's fight."~ ~ XVIII~They took their leave, and
12   XII|     for this adventure fit.~ ~ XVIII~Clorinda there her silver
13  XIII|    fearful hearts affright:~ ~ XVIII~As silly children dare not
14   XIV|     and when most you need.~ ~ XVIII~"Your hermit Peter, to whose
15    XV|     streams of Lethe flood.~ ~ XVIII~The greater Syrte, that
16   XVI|     with boughs from sight:~ ~ XVIII~Her breasts were naked,
17  XVII|        Campson their guide.~ ~ XVIII~Next under Gazel marched
18 XVIII|        with pleasant shade:~ ~ XVIII~Forward he passed, mid in
19   XIX|        each held embraced:~ ~  XVIII~Such was their wrestling,
20    XX|         ill obeyed of most.~ ~ XVIII~"But I am captain of this