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The
which
no
sooner
had
his
prowess
confirm
'd
In
the
unshrinking
station
where
he
fought
,
But
like
a
man
he
died
.
Siward
Then
he
is
dead
?
Ross
Ay
,
and
brought
off
the
field
:
your
cause
of
sorrow
Must
not
be
measured
by
his
worth
,
for
then
It
hath
no
end
.
Siward
Had
he
his
hurts
before
?
Ross
Ay
,
on
the
front
.
Siward
Why
then
,
God
's
soldier
be
he
!
