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“ ‘Thee from a chosen host have chosen I the dangers claimed by thee to undergo: ’Tis heavy travail, hard, heroick, high; which love of me shall lighten, well I trow.’
I could not suffer more:—‘Great King!’ I cry, ‘to face the steel-clad host, sword, lance, fire, snow, for thee were thing so slight, my sole annoy is to see trivial life so vain a toy.