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 He would have followed after if we had run away.

Will he tell every mother's son that we have broken our word?

Whether he does or does not we'll drive him out with the sword, And take his life in the bargain if he but dare to scoff.

How can you fight with a head that laughs when you've whipped it off?

Or a man that can pick it up and carry it out in his hand?