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“When, see! the Father cuts the wavy waste, leading what resteth of the Lusitan; with warman’s arm and arts which e’er be best he offers battle’s rem’edy sovereign:
These scale the remparts and at gateways jest, those cut broad gates through squads with rage insane: Deeds they shall do so digne memorious glory, song shall not suit nor Hist’ory hold the story.