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 1     I|        from Europe's shore.~ ~ XLV~Tancredi next, nor 'mongst
 2    II|     sergeants and the rout:~ ~ XLV~"Be there not one among
 3   III|      fly, nor fight secure.~ ~ XLV~The angry Pagan bit his
 4    IV|      love his mansion hath.~ ~ XLV~"He took the charge of me
 5     V|    make great Mars to fear.~ ~ XLV~Tancredi labored with some
 6    VI|      where his arm is knit.~ ~ XLV~Like as a bear through pierced
 7   VII|    dispeared were and gone.~ ~ XLV~Amid those witchcrafts and
 8  VIII|    bloody wounds and blows.~ ~ XLV~"But thou who hast part
 9    IX|     again out of our fold."~ ~ XLV~They parted, this agreed
10     X| Syrians and Arabians slain.~ ~ XLV~"And thou Argantes wotest
11    XI|    shed by a virgin's hand.~ ~ XLV~While Palamede stood near
12   XII|      break, spoil and slay.~ ~ XLV~They passed first through
13  XIII|      by witchcraft wrought:~ ~ XLV~But cold and trembling waxed
14   XIV|    pride my heart inflamed.~ ~ XLV~"So learned, cunning, wise,
15    XV|      all hours unlucky are;~ ~ XLV~"But yet this evening, if
16   XVI|    kept thee safe from war.~ ~ XLV~"And more, which more thy
17  XVII|       held in bondage long.~ ~ XLV~"I took them, bound them,
18 XVIII|       builded of like wood.~ ~ XLV~Set on an hundred wheels
19   XIX|        let him captive be."~ ~ XLV~Forward they rushed to execute
20    XX|        some harmless sheep.~ ~ XLV~He proached nigh, and to