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Forbid it Heav'n, Or give me Instant Death,
And Stifle foul Dishonour with my Breath!
Yes, faithful Girot, let us bravely Die,
If we're too weak to move this Infamy;
But this Right Hand shall tear the Tyrant down;
'Tis lawful an Usurper to Dethrone:
Yes, e're we die, if noble Death must come,
The Rival Desk shall, falling, share Our Doom.

Strengthen'd with Rage, at these Determin'd Words
The Furious Chanter seiz'd the trembling Boards;
When, guided thither by Auspicious Chance,
Roger and John, two well known Chiefs, Advance;
Renowned Normans both, Equally Skill'd
I'th' Law, with Knowledge and Experience fill'd;
They hear his Anger's Source, his Cause they Own;
Yet Counsel, Nothing rashly shou'd be done:

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