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Flash'd fire, and quick they panted; but not longEndured the deadly combat. With full forceDown thro' his shoulder even to the chest, 590Conrade impell'd the ponderous battle-axe;And at that inftant underneath his shieldReceived the hostile spear. Prone fell the Earl,Even in his death rejoicing that no foeShould live to boaft his fall.Then with faint hand 595Conrade unlaced his helm, and from his browWiping the cold dews, ominous of death,He laid him on the earth, thence to remove,While the long lance hung heavy in his side,Powerless. As thus beside his lifeless foe 600He lay, the Herald of the English EarlWith faltering step drew near, and when he sawHis master's arms, "Alas! and is it you,My Lord?" he cried. "God pardon you your sins!I have been forty years your officer, 605And time it is I should surrender now

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