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“All turn their faces curious to see where loudest bruit and hottest bate arise:
When lo! a horseman, armèd cap-à-pie, pricks o’er the plain to claim of war the prize:
Saluting King and Dames, straight rideth he to his Eleven: ’Tis the great Magriçe:
With warmest accolade his friends he haileth, whom in the battle, certès, ne’er he faileth.