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 1     I|  Rhetians whilom reigned.~ ~ XLII~His mother's heritage was
 2    II|     to the fire she ran.~ ~  XLII~The people made her room,
 3   III|   lay, on earth full low:~ ~ XLII~Nor had the boaster ever
 4    IV|   make, than kill a king.~ ~ XLII~"But if thou would'st thy
 5     V|    good and law provide."~ ~ XLII~With that a bitter smile
 6    VI|      from earth up start.~ ~ XLII~Close at his surest ward
 7   VII|     blood his bases dyed:~ ~ XLII~Another stroke he lent him
 8  VIII|    was his castle's wall.~ ~ XLII~"My supper roots; my bed
 9    IX|   with a squadron strong.~ ~ XLII~He that well heard the rumor
10     X|     and his engines rare.~ ~ XLII~"But, if I may say what
11    XI|      scorned weaker game.~ ~ XLII~The first she hit among
12   XII| mankind, kept the place."~ ~ XLII~Approachen gan the time,
13  XIII|      he heard one groan.~ ~  XLII~"Enough, enough!" the voice
14   XIV|    hath my soul restored.~ ~ XLII~"Nor yet by help of devil,
15    XV|      the mountains green.~ ~ XLII~A secret place they found
16   XVI|       close, secret, hid.~ ~ XLII~As cunning singers, ere
17  XVII|    time her nets to cast:~ ~ XLII~But when the feast was done,
18 XVIII|   seas from side to side;~ ~ XLII~But forced to retire from
19   XIX|   the weak and aged king.~ ~ XLII~His iron mace in both his
20    XX|     that dreadful knight.~ ~ XLII~She hit him, where with