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Section 147
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1F. Her.
2You men of Angiers open wide your gates,
3And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,
4Who by the hand of France, this day hath made
5Much worke for teares in many an English mother,
6Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground:
7Many a widdowes husband groueling lies,
8Coldly embracing the discoloured earrh,