Parte,  Chap.

 1  II,      XXII|        Montesinos! O sore-wounded Durandarte! O unhappy Belerma! O tearful
 2  II,     XXIII|         heart of his great friend Durandarte from his breast with a little
 3  II,     XXIII|         to me, 'This is my friend Durandarte, flower and mirror of the
 4  II,     XXIII|          that it is now day, that Durandarte ended his life in my arms,
 5  II,     XXIII|           said this, the wretched Durandarte cried out in a loud voice:~ ~
 6  II,     XXIII|     exclaimed, 'Long since, Senor Durandarte, my beloved cousin, long
 7  II,     XXIII|        not be,' said the wretched Durandarte in a low and feeble voice, '
 8  II,     XXIII| procession were the attendants of Durandarte and Belerma, who were enchanted
 9  II,     XXIII|           how he and Belerma, and Durandarte, and all who were there,
10  II,      XXIV|   inferred from the words you say Durandarte uttered when, at the end
11  II,      XXIV|   veracious an authority as Senor Durandarte. And the fourth thing is,