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Salustian bowed with grave Hidalgo pride:-- “Your words, great Chief, console the Spanish heart.” Then Nial bounded to great Arthur’s side; His hat is doffed, his plume doth bird-like start, His curls rich wave, his eyes new lightnings dart: “Give, give the right this maiden fair to shield; Still suffering she from San Sebastian’s smart, Saved from the wreck of worse than battle-field: Give, give at altar-foot a husband’s right to wield.”