Canto

 1    14|    palm from neck and head.~ ~ CXXIII~At one back-stroke sir Spineloccio
 2    17|        his thanks be paid."~ ~ CXXIII~That vessel of all filthy
 3    18|       are that with him go;~ ~ CXXIII~And why they had those arms,
 4    20|       merry with thy prize!~ ~ CXXIII~"But would thou prove what
 5    23|     nettle found its flock.~ ~ CXXIII~Amid the pressure of such
 6    26|      sore wounded Rodomont.~ ~ CXXIII~Rogero's blow was levelled
 7    27|   perchance are evil found.~ ~ CXXIII~Though none for whom I hitherto
 8    33|       by their rapine rude.~ ~ CXXIII~That king had firmly hoped
 9    43| bidding he was bound to do.~ ~ CXXIII~"He bids the servant to
10    46|      divided man and horse.~ ~ CXXIII~As if about to fall, the