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IV.
Onward the hostile Monarchs prest,And seem'd to grapple breast to breast.
Then Pedro saw his arm prevail,
And Henry's strength beneath him fail:
Saw, as his semblance seiz'd the blade,
In act to strike pale Henry's shade,
A knight, stern-visag'd, unaware,
Spring like a tiger from his lair,
Seize him with sudden grasp, and bind
His limbs by giant force confin'd.
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