But all my _Daines_ are Braggadochios
And I accurst to bee the generall
Of such a stocke of fearefull runawaies.
_South_. Remember you have lost Ten Thousand men,
All _English_ borne except a Thousand _Daines_.
Your pensive lookes will kill them that survive
If thus to Choller you give libertie.
_Canutus_. It weare no matter if they all weare slaine,
Then they should neaver runne awaye againe.
_Uska_. My noble lord, our Cuntrymen are safe:
In all their broyles _English_ gainst _English_ fight;
The _Daines_ or none or very few are slaine.
_Canutus_.
It was a signe yee fledd and did not fight.
[_turns_towards_Uskatant_.
Ist not a dishonour unto you
To see a foraingne nation fight for mee
Whenas my homebred Cuntrymen doe runne,
Leaving theire king amongest his enimies?
_Edricus_.
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