At th’entrie doores, crying out with clamors loud.
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But th’English all, that neuer vse to lift
Their hands against a yeelding enemie
By nature milde, not proud of fortune’s gift,
Did not insult vpon their miserie,
But with milde hand did vse the victorie,
And after fight they all abhorring blood,
Did only tend the spoile of golden good.
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