"Now, yield thee, or by Him who made
The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!"-
405 "Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy!
Let recreant yield, who fears to die."
-Like adder darting from his coil,
Like wolf that dashes through the toil,
Like mountain-cat who guards her young,note
410 Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung;
Recei
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