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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso: "Oh stay," he cried, "to me belongs this war!"
But cried too late, Otho was gone too far.
XXXI
Then full of fury, anger and despite,
He stayed his horse, and waxed red for shame,
The fight was his, but now disgraced quite
Himself he thought, another played his game;
Meanwhile the Saracen did hugely smite
On Otho's helm, who to requite the same,
His foe quite through his sevenfold targe did bear,
And in his breastplate stuck and broke his spear.
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