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Withal the Portingalls are not content; fierce Vict’ory urging on, they smite and slay: The wall-less, undefended settlement they shell and burn and make an easy prey. The Moors their raid and razzia sore repent, who lookt for vict’ory won in cheaper way: Now they blaspheme the battle, cursing wild th’ old meddling fool, and her that bare such child.