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Har.True, so we shall do best to link the chain,
And all at once the spreading kingdom bind.
No crossèd champion with a heart more fain
Did issue out the holy sword to find,
Than I now strive to rid my land of pain.
Goddwyn, what thanks our labours will enheap!
I'll rouse my friends unto the bloody plain;
I'll wake the honour that is now asleep.
When will the chiefs meet at thy festive hall,
That I with voice aloud may there upon them call?
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