But, for his nature was not for to wepe,
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In stede of teres, fro his eyen tweyne
The fyry sparkes brosten out for peyne;
And hente his hauberk, that lay him besyde;
Flee wolde he not, ne mighte him-selven hyde.
He throweth on his helm of huge wighte,
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And girt him with his swerde; and in his honde