Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        XI|      the goatherd brought his song to an end, and though Don
 2   I,       XIV|     mine demands new modes of song.~ ~ No echoes of that discord
 3   I,     XXVII| discord held its reign.~ ~The song ended with a deep sigh,
 4   I,      XLII|     made out the words of the song to be these:~ ~ ~ ~
 5   I,     XLIII|  turning her attention to the song she found that it ran in
 6  II,      XXVI|      plan; keep to your plain song, and don't attempt harmonies,
 7  II,      XLVI|       had got so far with his song, to which the duke, the
 8  II,       LIV|       they asked for in their song; and being, as Cide Hamete
 9  II,     LXVII| darkness of the night for us, song shall be our delight, lamenting
10  II,      LXIX|     shall raise its tributary song.~ My soul, from this strait