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 1    II|      in secret cave,~The sea, pardie, cruel and deaf by kind,~
 2   III| bolder in tournament.~Raymond pardie in counsel match him might;~
 3    IV|     virgin helpless, fugitive pardie,~My native soil and kingdom
 4    IV|          LXXXI~"Ah! be it not pardie declared in France,~Or elsewhere
 5   VII|   With you is prized so dear? Pardie he lies~Still on his pillow,
 6  VIII|     lukewarm blood,~The blood pardie of many a realm and town,~
 7    IX|    brass,~Yet still he lived, pardie, he saw not plain~Their
 8   XII|   threatened hath,~Displeased pardie, because I did thee lere~
 9  XIII|        Why tarry you so long? pardie you stay~Till stronger charms
10   XVI|    she, not having yet forgot pardie~Her wonted shifts and sleights
11   XVI|     weapons thrown;~Thy foes, pardie, encountering thee in field,~
12  XVII|   Phidias carved, Apelles so, pardie,~Erst painted Jove, Jove
13  XVII|      king, me, and this rout?~Pardie here are some such, whose
14   XIX|     had shortly won,~Nor safe pardie the Soldan there a seat~
15   XIX|     she thus began, "Vafrine, pardie,~I know thee well, and me