Canto

 1    14|      he would have done.~ ~  CXVI~At once the foes a thousand
 2    17|      and not her brother.~ ~ CXVI~Now he lamenting for his
 3    18|      doubt and wondering.~ ~ CXVI~Of these, some will the
 4    20|     ancient crone invest;~ ~ CXVI~And willed that she should
 5    23|    quest of lodging hied.~ ~ CXVI~Languid, he lit, and left
 6    26|      his trenchant blade.~ ~ CXVI~On Argier's king he sprang,
 7    27|      with Rodomont again.~ ~ CXVI~How he by Sacripant was
 8    33| pollute my ravaged board;~ ~ CXVI~"And I to build thee, in
 9    37|  conferred on woman here:~ ~ CXVI~Then make them promise never
10    43|   herself a willing prey.~ ~ CXVI~The fruits of love long
11    45|    his line in evil sort.~ ~ CXVI~This shortly Leo was condemned
12    46| mount through middle sky.~ ~ CXVI~Rodomont's lance which smote