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Soone after comes the cruell Sarazin, In woven maile° all armed warily, And sternly lookes at him, who not a pin Does care for looke of living creatures eye. They bring them wines of Greece and Araby,° And daintie spices fetcht from furthest Ynd,° To kindle heat of corage privily: And in the wine a solemne oth they bynd T' observe the sacred lawes of armes, that are assynd.