| (1, 2) 634 | It's getting dark. |
| (1, 2) 671 | Truly, my lord, I dare not overstep |
| (1, 2) 672 | These certain limits. |
| (1, 2) 674 | My lord. |
| (1, 2) 722 | Oh, my lord, |
| (1, 2) 723 | Certain fair knights have wandered to this glade, |
| (1, 2) 724 | Seeking the fear that ever haunted it. |
| (1, 2) 725 | This hungry forest hath consumed their lives; |
| (1, 2) 726 | No man has seen them, nor has any heard |
| (1, 2) 727 | Aught of their end at any time again. |
| (1, 2) 728 | Sweet sir, return, for to remain is — |