From musket’s mouth spit forth with vengefull breath,
A fatall shot did wound the knight to death.
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And at his death, to shew his mightie mind,
Being from his ship conuei’d amongst his foes,
Feeling th’approch of his last houre assign’d,
As one not fear’d in all externall showes
To leaue this life, whose end should end his woes,
With manly lookes amidst his enemies
These words he spake, ere death did close his eies: