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“Now, Don Salustian”--thus great Arthur said-- “This piteous scene doth touch my heart full sore, And if War brought not Peace, the Invader fled, My sword were haply sheathed for ever more; For none can deeplier Battle’s wreck deplore. But e’en these ills can Spaniards bear for Spain, As England bears her warriors’ streaming gore; And from this hour the villain wears a chain, Who dares by deeds like these our triumphs to profane.”