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 1     I|      then, and spake him so:~ ~ LXVIII~"A pinnace take thee swift
 2    II|         gainst small to lay.~ ~ LXVIII~"Yet still we sail while
 3   III|    bespake the same at last;~ ~ LXVIII~"We need not mourn for thee,
 4    IV|      would content the maid:~ ~ LXVIII~"If not in service of our
 5     V|        make this enterprise.~ ~ LXVIII~"Before report can bring
 6    VI|    skill, or with her sight.~ ~ LXVIII~Thus would she cure her
 7   VII|      Gildippes, lovers true.~ ~ LXVIII~But Raymond more than all
 8  VIII|     false Baldwin both envy~ ~  LXVIII~"What need we further proof?
 9    IX|       by his murdering blow.~ ~ LXVIII~Not far from him amid the
10     X|         made us thus afraid.~ ~ LXVIII~" `You see,' quoth she, `
11    XI|       lost who late pursued.~ ~ LXVIII~Thus changed the state and
12   XII| knowledge, ah unhappy sight!~ ~ LXVIII~He died not, but all his
13  XIII|        with wines of Crete."~ ~ LXVIII~The French thus murmured,
14   XIV|          a lover now became.~ ~ LXVIII~"Of woodbines, lilies, and
15   XVI|     some hissed, some cried.~ ~ LXVIII~A shadow, blacker than the
16  XVII|         into his land again,~ ~ LXVIII~And when all Italy did burn
17 XVIII|       wonted foe shall kill.~ ~ LXVIII~The archers shot their arrows
18   XIX|       with child with tears.~ ~ LXVIII~He saw before her set Adrastus
19    XX|        assailed that chased.~ ~ LXVIII~The champions strong there
20    XX|    tremble, fall and yield.~ ~  LXVIII~Nor left alone can she her