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“Th’ astonied Moorman in such startled guise, snatcheth his weapon hast’ily and sans heed; yet he awaits the fight, nor ever flies, nay, spurs his battle-ginnet to its speed.
Meet him as rash and swift his enemies whose piercing lances gar his bosom bleed: These fall half-slain, while others flee that can convoking aidance of their Alcoran.