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 1    17|     King Rodomont.~Gryphon in Norandino's tournament~Does mighty
 2    17|   XXIII~And told how he, who, Norandino hight,~Damascus and all
 3    17| breeze.~ ~ XXXVII~"As soon as Norandino was in view,~They launched
 4    17|   kept. With kindly lore,~She Norandino, in return, addressed;~And
 5    17|       a fleece.~The dame made Norandino from a hoar~And huge he-goat'
 6    17|   trembling at its core,~When Norandino hears the approaching strains;~
 7    17|    dame persists to moan~More Norandino's danger than her own.~ ~
 8    17|     Mixt with the goats, king Norandino stood,~Which ruminating,
 9    17|       fray.~To his guard king Norandino spake the word,~And bade
10    17|     love so fitly pairs;~Whom Norandino gaily questioning.~Demands
11    18|      wins the fight.~Marphisa Norandino's men o'erthrows.~Due pains
12    18|       Makes him find grace in Norandino's eyes;~Who, while alarmed,
13    18|    XCII~'Tis Aquilant's, 'tis Norandino's will~A thousand tortures
14    18|  disport.~ ~ XCIV~The valiant Norandino could not choose~(Made by
15    19|  biggest, and most rare,~King Norandino chose, and, decked with