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So here the valiant who with swift force come,
With as resistless valour are ingag'd;
Are hid in angers undistinguish'd Fome,
And make less way by meeting so inrag'd.
So here the valiant who with swift force come,
With as resistless valour are ingag'd;
Are hid in angers undistinguish'd Fome,
And make less way by meeting so inrag'd.
42.
But room for Goltho now! Whose valour's fire,
Like lightning, did unlikely passage make;
Whose swift effects like lightnings they admire,
And even the harms it wrought with rev'rence take.
But room for Goltho now! Whose valour's fire,
Like lightning, did unlikely passage make;
Whose swift effects like lightnings they admire,
And even the harms it wrought with rev'rence take.
43.
Vasco he seeks, who had his Youth disdain'd;
And in that search he with irreverend rage,
Revengefully from younger Foes abstain'd,
And deadly grew where he encounterd Age.
Vasco he seeks, who had his Youth disdain'd;
And in that search he with irreverend rage,
Revengefully from younger Foes abstain'd,
And deadly grew where he encounterd Age.
44.
And Vasco now had felt his Gothick steel,
But that Duke Gondibert (through Helm and Head)
The last dire stroke which Vasco ere shall feel
Did give, and sent him to adorn the dead.
And Vasco now had felt his Gothick steel,
But that Duke Gondibert (through Helm and Head)
The last dire stroke which Vasco ere shall feel
Did give, and sent him to adorn the dead.
45.
Here Borgio too had faln, but bravely then
The Count so much reveng'd the wounds he gave,
As Gondibert (the Prop of falling Men)
Such sinking greatness could not chuse but save.
Here Borgio too had faln, but bravely then
The Count so much reveng'd the wounds he gave,
As Gondibert (the Prop of falling Men)
Such sinking greatness could not chuse but save.
46.
When Vasco was remov'd, the Count declin'd
His bashfull Eyes; the Duke thought suddain shame
(From sence of luckless wounds) possess'd his mind;
Which thus he did reform, and gently blame.
When Vasco was remov'd, the Count declin'd
His bashfull Eyes; the Duke thought suddain shame
(From sence of luckless wounds) possess'd his mind;
Which thus he did reform, and gently blame.
47.
Now thy complexion lasting is, and good!
As when the Sun sets red, his Morning Eyes
In glory wake, so now thou setst in bloud,
Thy parting beautie will in honour rise.
Now thy complexion lasting is, and good!
As when the Sun sets red, his Morning Eyes
In glory wake, so now thou setst in bloud,
Thy parting beautie will in honour rise.
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