Canto

 1     2|          little care.~-- "Not so," exclaims the wind, and stops them
 2    14|          in his heat~King Rodomont exclaims, blaspheming sore,~Nor can
 3    16|            the fierce paynims, and exclaims: "Where go~Your bands, and
 4    19|           By thy God, sir knight," exclaims, "I pray,~Be not so passing
 5    23|         more, and, " 'Tis a lie!"~(Exclaims), "and whosoever says so,
 6    24|            shadowy hedgerow grows,~Exclaims, "Without me think not so,
 7    25|            LXXIV~To Richardetto he exclaims, instead~Of greeting: "Evil
 8    25|        able any counsel to devise,~Exclaims with mickle daring: "Be
 9    26|       offends.~"Thou thinkest," he exclaims, "to bear me down,~Because
10    27|         whom so many jars confuse,~Exclaims to King Marsilius: "Take
11    27| Mandricardo on his feet once more,~Exclaims, "And be it as it pleases
12    30|             XXXII~"Alas! and what (exclaims she) can I find~Which may
13    36|               LIX~The horrid voice exclaims, "Your quarrel leave;~For '