Redoubled in my thoughts t’oppugne the foe,
And yeeld releefe to England in her woe,
Did touch Canutus hart with feare, though bent
To trie his fortunes in the warre’s euent.
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Distracted thus with doubt, in any place
By doubtfull fight t’ingage his hopefull fate,
False Edrick hoping for to purchase grace,
Who for his treason to my sire of late,
Had run in danger of my deadlie hate,