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 1     I|      the greenwood shade.~ ~ XLVII~A Pagan damsel there unwares
 2    II|    naught refuse at all."~ ~ XLVII~To whom the king, "What
 3   III|   blood of Dudon stained.~ ~ XLVII~And turning to the Christian
 4    IV|     wound a currish mind.~ ~ XLVII~"This paragon should Queen
 5     V|      your rage at length.~ ~ XLVII~"For God's love stay your
 6    VI|       and such his haste.~ ~ XLVII~Long time Tancredi had in
 7   VII|    thence issueth naught:~ ~ XLVII~This prison so entrapped
 8  VIII| amazed, his heart aghast.~ ~ XLVII~Now when remembrance of
 9    IX|    war, not tribute pays.~ ~ XLVII~The duke his men fast flying
10     X|    to my lord and king --~ ~ XLVII~"The king of Tripoli was
11    XI|  rolled, moved, and went.~ ~ XLVII~This rolling fort his nigh
12   XII|   make one hour doth mar.~ ~ XLVII~Two Christian bands this
13  XIII|     repossessed the same,~ ~ XLVII~Yet nould return, he had
14   XIV|  knowledge, and my skill.~ ~ XLVII~"In him I rest, on him my
15    XV|  change, and kind subdue.~ ~ XLVII~Within a thick, a dark and
16   XVI|      cruel saint of mine;~ ~ XLVII~"All only let me go with
17  XVII|    seek revengement fell,~ ~ XLVII~"And will procure it, for
18 XVIII|  forms they saw not well.~ ~ XLVII~Their engines eke they reared,
19   XIX|   and young Rinaldo came.~ ~ XLVII~As when a shepherd, raging