He to him lept, in mind to reave his life,
And proudly said, Lo there the worthie meed
Of him that slew Sansfoy with bloudie knife;
Henceforth his ghost freed from repining strife,
In peace may passen over Lethe lake,[°]
When mourning altars purgd with enemies life,[°]
The blacke infernall Furies[°] doen aslake:
Life from Sansfoy thou tookst, Sansloy shall from thee take.
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