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Now, if ye hear the bruit of death or wounds,

Give not yourselves o'ermuch to shriek and scream,

For Ares ravins upon human flesh.

Ah, but the snorting of the steeds I hear!

Then, if thou hearest, hear them not too well!

Hark, the earth rumbles, as they close us round!

Enough if I am here, with plans prepared.

Alack, the battering at the gates is loud!

Peace! stay your tongue, or else the town may hear.

O warders of the walls, betray them not!

Beshrew your cries! in silence face your fate.