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XI.

Har.
I will to the West, and gather all my knights,
With bills that pant for blood, and shields as brede
As the y-broched moon, when white she dights
The woodland ground or water-mantled mead;
With hands whose might can make the doughtiest bleed,
Who oft have knelt upon their slaughtered foes,
Who with their feet o'erturn a castle-stede,

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Who dare on kings for to awreak their woes.
Now will the men of England hail the day,
When Goddwyn leads them to the rightful fray.