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Section 187
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1Nor.
2His noble Kinsman, most degenerate King:
3But Lords, we heare this fearefull tempest sing,
4Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme:
5We see the winde sit sore vpon our sailes,
6And yet we strike not, but securely perish