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Section 88
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1Hot.
2My Liege, I did deny no Prisoners.
3But, I remember when the fight was done,
4When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle,
5Breathlesse, and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,
6Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest;
7Fresh as a Bride‑groome, and his Chin new reapt,
8Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home.