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So well they sped, that they be come at length Unto the place, whereas the Paynim lay, Devoid of outward sense, and native strength, Coverd with charmed cloud from vew of day And sight of men, since his late luckelesse fray. His cruell wounds with cruddy bloud congeald They binden up so wisely, as they may, And handle softly, till they can be healed: So lay him in her charet close in night concealed.