Canto

1     1|  veil:~'Twas Bradamant who marred what praise of old~Your
2     5| king, and said,~`Of having marred my brother's wits withal,~
3     8|    vesture, and her visage marred,~And cursed her want of
4    19|   But all his schemes were marred by the delay~Of that sore
5    23|   wound~To rankle, till it marred his sober thought.~At length,
6    30|   place, whom she attends,~Marred her fair visage; which such
7    31|  discord fell:~But all was marred by Malagigi's lore;~Who,
8    32|    Which racked her bosom, marred the damsel's gust.~ ~ CX~
9    33|   his command.~ ~  CXI~God marred the rash emprise, and from