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Now hath the tyme for Werre ycom. Tak ye uppe the iron sword, gird ye your limbes alls inns the iron haubergeon and the iron helm, Smyte ye the feendes fouls, which beestes jerk do setts ham and fey in deedly peril. Follwe! Follwe! Follwe me, as Godes hondys geve ye force!