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Section 19
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1Lord.
2Oh monstrous beast, how like a swine he lyes.
3Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine image:
4Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
5What thinke you, if he were conuey'd to bed,
6Wrap'd in sweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers:
7A most delicious banquet by his bed,
8And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,