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Dismounting lightly from his loftie steed, He to him lept, in mind to reave his life, And proudly said, Lo there the worthie meed Of him that slew Sansfoy with bloudie knife; Henceforth his ghost freed from repining strife, In peace may passen over Lethe lake,° When mourning altars purgd with enemies life, The blacke infernall Furies° doen aslake: Life from Sansfoy thou tookst, Sansloy shall from thee take.