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To chyde and fecht, als feirs as ony fyr;
In hard harnes, hewmound and habirgeoun,
And on his hanche ane rousty fell fachioun:
And in his hand he had ane rousty sword,
Wrything his face with mony angry word.
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Shaikand his sword, befoir Cupide he com
With reid visage and grisly glowrand ene;
And at his mouth ane bullar stude of fome,