"What think I of him?-woe the while
That brought such wanderer to our isle!
305 Thy father's battle-brand, of yorenote
For Tine-man forged by fairy lore.
What time he leagued, no longer foes,
His Border spears with Hotspur's bows,
Did, self-unscabbarded, foreshow
310 The footstep of a secret foe.
If courtly spy hath harbored
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