I chose a captaine, Marchades by name,
To walke with me, and view that fatall towne,
Where t’vndermine her walles and cast them downe.
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Each step I treade doth hasten on my end,
And leads to death vnthought vpon, vnseene:
For as with eyes infixt I did attend
The towne’s foundation, loe, an arrow keene
Sent from the towne wall, wounded me betweene
The necke and shoulder with his venom’d poynt,