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“Thus do the Moormen, traitor-souls, despise our Christian forces, nor can understand how Heav’en’s high fortress wonted aid affies, which e’en horrific Hell may not withstand:
On this and on his skill Castile relies, falls on Marocco’s King, strikes hand to hand: The Portingall, who holds all danger light, makes the Granádan kingdom fear his might.