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 1     I| sorrows, woes, and harms.~ ~ XLVI~Fame tells, that on that
 2    II|  courteous king she met.~ ~  XLVI~"Sir King," quoth she, "
 3   III|     sleep, of iron death.~ ~ XLVI~Three times he strove to
 4    IV|    match me with his son.~ ~ XLVI~"Which son, within short
 5     V|   your friends such harm.~ ~ XLVI~"Tell me what will you do?
 6    VI|    dangers, all defences.~ ~ XLVI~Uniting force extreme, with
 7   VII|    prison dark and blind.~ ~ XLVI~As in our seas in the Commachian
 8  VIII|      it best thou dwell."~ ~ XLVI~These words of theirs in
 9    IX|     many a Christian die.~ ~ XLVI~So from the top of Vesulus
10     X|       strength and might.~ ~ XLVI~"And though this hardy knight
11    XI|      win he trusted well.~ ~ XLVI~Thus shot the maid: the
12   XII|   towering smoke upflies.~ ~ XLVI~A mass of solid fire burning
13  XIII|      deep far fetched be.~ ~ XLVI~Thus his fierce heart which
14   XIV|       ignorance my skill.~ ~ XLVI~"Then saw I, that like owls
15    XV|     team in waters dived.~ ~ XLVI~They saw how from the crags
16   XVI|      lover new, unprayed.~ ~ XLVI~"But reckon that among,
17  XVII|  friends, at large again.~ ~ XLVI~"Rinaldo is well known,"
18 XVIII|   Clorinda burned before.~ ~ XLVI~Yet wholly were not from
19   XIX|   those kill, these save.~ ~ XLVI~But yet at last if they