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 1     I| with rory May dews wet.~ ~  XV~Then to Tortosa's confines
 2    II|  spotless Cynthia shone.~ ~ XV~But what availed her resolution
 3   III| match with her in fight.~ ~ XV~They met, and low in dust
 4    IV|    in kingdoms desolate.~ ~ XV~"Oh, he not then the courage
 5     V|   such a valiant knight.~ ~ XV~"I neither seek it nor refuse
 6    VI|  boldly say these words:~ ~ XV~"Say that a knight, who
 7   VII|    to her desired lord.~ ~  XV~She said therefore, "O shepherd
 8  VIII|  gesture, or in thought.~ ~ XV~"But said, `A crown prepare
 9    IX|   and the time she told.~ ~ XV~Their mantle dark, the grisly
10     X|    summons every wight."~ ~ XV~And to a chariot, that beside
11    XI|     all the army's sins.~ ~ XV~Humbly they heard his words
12   XII|     a weight could bear.~ ~ XV~"But for well-guarded is
13  XIII|    weary, faint and few:~ ~ XV~"Thou shalt sit still and
14   XIV|  shall die, shall fall."~ ~ XV~He held his peace; and Godfrey
15    XV|     lucky speed and way.~ ~ XV~Themselves fornenst old
16   XVI| lady late, and paramour;~ ~ XV~"So, in the passing of a
17  XVII|  ships erst anchor cast.~ ~ XV~The foremost band the people
18 XVIII|  and mine offences all."~ ~ XV~Thus prayed he, with purple
19   XIX|     own craft beguiled."~ ~ XV~Tancredi bit his lip for
20    XX|  end seven years of war.~ ~ XV~"This fight shall bring