Canto

1    37|    thing so excellent and dear,~Olindro he, the lord of Lungavilla,~
2    37|         in such wise,~That bold Olindro cannot venge the stain.~
3    37|   broken, and the following day~Olindro from all sides was overlaid;~
4    37|         by that throng.~ ~ LVI~"Olindro slain, they led his lady
5    37|    breath~Than in avenging dear Olindro's death?~ ~  LXI~"She showed
6    37| stripling read~She would avenge Olindro in that sort;~And on one
7    37|         in a glow,~(She cried) `Olindro, take this victim's life,~