Told each stark chevalier to horse for the strife;
Ere yet their hot steeds, in their panoply arming,
Were led forth, their nostrils wide breathing with life;
Ere the lists had been clear’d,
The brave Knollis appear’d
With his heroes, the standard of England who rear’d;
But nor billman nor bowman
Came there as a foeman,
For peace had made friends of these stout English yeomen.
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