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‘Spread thy ancyent, Erle of Westmoreland!
The halfe-moone ffaine wold wee see!’
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But the halfe-moone is fled and gone,
And the dun bull vanished awaye;
And Ffrancis Nortton and his eight sonnes
Are ffled away most cowardlye.