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Section 907
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2The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee saw
3The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
4The Noble Percy slaine, and all his men,
5Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the rest;
6And. falling from a hill, he was so bruiz'd
7That the pursuers tooke him. At my Tent
8The Dowglas is, and I beseech your Grace.