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That they would heare him speake: 'tis not (quoth he)Our kinde respect to wealth, or libertie,Begets this feare; but lest blind Fortune mayUnto some fierce, unruly hand betray,The truest Servant to a State, that cou'dBe giv'n a Nation out of flesh and bloud:And hee tall Ieff'ry height! who not much us'dTo fights at Sea, and loth to be abus'd,Resolv'd to hide him, where they sooner mightDiscover him, with smelling than with sight.Each Eye was now imploy'd; no man could thinkeOf any uncouth Nooke, or narrow Chinke,But strait they sought him there; in holes not deepBut small, where slender Magots us'd to creep:At last, they found him close, beneath a spickAnd almost span-new-pewter-Candlestick.A sapient Diego, that had now commandOf Ships and Victorie, tooke him in hand:Peis'd him twise, tasted his discourse; at lengthBeleev'd, that he dissembled wit, and strength:Quoth he, Victors, and Vanquished! I bidYou all give care, to wisdome of Madrid!

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