Canto

1     8|    Orlando close,~So on thy mind tormenting fancies preyed.~Nor would
2     8|       with labour sore:~Oh! what tormenting grief, to think his eyes~
3    32|          That lady suffered such tormenting pain,~Such cruel woe her
4    33| disappear,~No dream my cruel and tormenting pain.~Ah! wherefore what
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