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And brandish’t blade rush on him, break his glass,
And shed the lushious liquor on the ground;
But sease his wand: though he and his curst crew
Feirce signe of battail make, and menace high,
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoak,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.

Elder Brother

Thyrsis, lead on apace, Ile follow thee;
And som good angel bear a sheild before us!

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