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And told young Isabel the debt she owed To Nial’s care, which soothed the old man much, And tears for his relief abundant flowed, Though thought of Isidora made him clutch His sword again. Oh villains, it might touch Your stony hearts, e’en your’s that did this wrong, To see its dire effect. Methinks, not such Are England’s men. I ween that ye belong To some base mongrel breed, against the helpless strong.