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 1     I|            fire with that wind.~ ~ XLIX~Well might you read his
 2    II|            thus began her tale.~ ~ XLIX~"A thing unused, great monarch,
 3   III|        troops and soldiers all.~ ~ XLIX~Like storms of hail the
 4    IV|       foreshowed my coming ill.~ ~ XLIX~"Three times the shape of
 5     V|     although perchance I might.~ ~ XLIX~"If then you scorn to be
 6    VI|           seemed lightning hot.~ ~ XLIX~The Christian people and
 7   VII|  brightness of the shining sun;~ ~ XLIX~"But I. alas, the golden
 8  VIII|         they were loth to know.~ ~ XLIX~His heavy hauberk was both
 9    IX|    Saracens, and barbed steeds.~ ~ XLIX~This slaughter-house of
10     X|         these reproaches hear?"~ ~ XLIX~"Oh, let me speak," quoth
11    XI|          tumbled from the wall.~ ~ XLIX~For on their part the greatest
12   XII|          but shut Clorinda out.~ ~ XLIX~Alone was she shut forth,
13  XIII|       sunshine turned the rain.~ ~ XLIX~"What would you more? each
14   XIV|        kind, not framed by art:~ ~ XLIX~An hundred grooms, quick,
15    XV|      forward with assured pace:~ ~ XLIX~Charles drew forth his brand
16   XVI|             and bear thy lance:~ ~ XLIX~"I will or bear, or be myself,
17  XVII|         speak, I none disdain."~ ~ XLIX~While thus the princess
18 XVIII|            with flame and fire.~ ~ XLIX~While thus the camp, and
19   XIX|      wisdom ruled his strength.~ ~ XLIX~But scant the knight was
20    XX| Tisiphernes and Adrastus proud;~ ~ XLIX~With Emiren Robert the Norman