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 1    10| breast and sparkling eyes.~ ~ CXIII~He kept no more the way,
 2    14|      for the paynim bands.~ ~ CXIII~Meanwhile, up to the walls
 3    17| honoured Mars or Hercules.~ ~ CXIII~Him lodgings fair he gave,
 4    18|       all credence strong.~ ~ CXIII~She spurred her courser,
 5    20|       was to castle bound.~ ~ CXIII~As wanton and ill-customed,
 6    23|      utterance for lament.~ ~ CXIII~Stiffed within, the impetuous
 7    24|        their strife delay.~ ~ CXIII~Intending, when from siege
 8    26| others re-engage with ire.~ ~ CXIII~Marphisa, to appease the
 9    27|       for Orlando's sword.~ ~ CXIII~To have Frontino ravished
10    33| remains the mournful king.~ ~ CXIII~Now that with wonderment
11    37|  meseems whilere was told.~ ~ CXIII~For from the day that they
12    43|      which costeth nought.~ ~ CXIII~"Argia somewhat coy at first
13    45|       bruised far or near.~ ~ CXIII~These with Rogero, those
14    46|  havoc plagued that reign.~ ~ CXIII~Bradamant's heart above