San Sebastian, weep!
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“Now, Don Salustian”—thus great Arthur said—
“This piteous scene doth touch my heart full sore,
And if War brought not Peace, the Invader fled,
My sword were haply sheathed for ever more;
For none can deeplier Battle’s wreck deplore.
But e’en these ills can Spaniards bear for Spain,
As England bears her warriors’ streaming gore;