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As in the gory ring some gallant gay, on his fair ladye-love with firm-fixt eyes, seeketh the furious bull and bars the way, bounds, runs, and whistles; becks and shouts and cries:
The cruel monster sans a thought’s delay, low’ering its hornèd front, in fury flies with eyne fast closed; and, roaring horrid sound, throws, gores, and leaves him lifeless on the ground: