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 Forbid it Heav'n, Or give me Instant Death, And Stifle foul Dishonour with my Breath! Yes, faithful Girot, let us bravely Die, If we're too weak to move this Infamy; But this Right Hand shall tear the Tyrant down; 'Tis lawful an Usurper to Dethrone: Yes, e're we die, if noble Death must come, The Rival Desk shall, falling, share Our Doom.

Strengthen'd with Rage, at these Determin'd Words The Furious Chanter seiz'd the trembling Boards; When, guided thither by Auspicious Chance, Roger and John, two well known Chiefs, Advance; Renowned Normans both, Equally Skill'd I'th' Law, with Knowledge and Experience fill'd; They hear his Anger's Source, his Cause they Own; Yet Counsel, Nothing rashly shou'd be done: Yes