My new growen greene vpon our cedar’s top.
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On the swift whirlewinde of tempestuous warre,
Into Touraine and Aniou th’vtmost bound
Of this our empire, then inlarg’d so farre,
They furiously did breake, where what they found
In my defence, they laid it waste on ground:
Of which the duke proclaim’d himselfe the lord,
And sought t’obtaine it by the threatfull sword.
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