The rash reuengers heat. Words well dispost
Haue secret powre, t’appease inflamed rage:
If not, leaue vnto me thy knights last patronage[700].
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Ye warlike payre, whose valorous great might
It seemes, iust wrongs to vengeance doe[701] prouoke,
To wreake your wrath on this dead seeming knight,
Mote ought allay the storme of your despight,
And settle patience in so furious heat?
Not to debate the chalenge of your right,