Canto

 1     6| punched before,~He stands, and plies the crowd with warfare sore.~ ~
 2    10|    turns and with thick kisses plies~The lady's snowy breast
 3    12|    pursues,~Nor Sacripant less plies the rowels bright.~Angelica,
 4    14|        shall find him here, he plies~With greater speed his plumes
 5    15|        strife begins -- Orrilo plies~The mace, the duke the sword;
 6    20|     rein her saucy tongue, but plies~Here, in her petulance,
 7    22|      vainly rolls his eyes and plies his feet.~ ~ XV~He plies
 8    22|       plies his feet.~ ~ XV~He plies his feet, and searches still
 9    27|    back, and arms, and head he plies:~His mercy with loud voice
10    30|        little period his -- he plies,~And good Rogero's vizor
11    32|          his story told --~And plies him so with restless heel
12    40|       as featly as the edge he plies,~Of that good faulchion
13    41|      return; so Brandimart aye plies,~And presses Sericana's