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 1     I| archers be, and with them come withal,~A people near the Northern
 2    II|       the offender perish sure withal.~ ~ XII~"To spill the wine
 3   III|        credit give.~She sighed withal, they construed all amiss,~
 4     V|    such provisos bring annexed withal.~ ~ XXXVIII~"But mine was
 5    VI|      she saw the end, and wist withal~Their strong contention
 6    VI|        silver arms, and sighed withal:~ ~ LXXXII~And sighing,
 7   VII|    spurred his mounture fierce withal,~Within his arms longing
 8     X|     which awaked thus he spoke withal:~ ~ XVIII~"Whoe'er thou
 9    XI|        Argantes showed himself withal,~At whose stern looks the
10   XII|        gave thee, and she wept withal,~To foster thee in some
11   XII|        rod to scourge thy sins withal,~Of thine own good thyself
12    XV|        turn and twine.~ ~ LXII~Withal she smiled and she blushed
13    XV|     she smiled and she blushed withal,~Her blush, her smilings,
14  XVII|      him the fatal weapon, and withal,~"Young knight," quoth he, "
15    XX|      he fell, and falling hard withal~His foe praised for her