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Section 274
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1York.
2Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Vnckle me,
3I am no Traytors Vnckle, and that word Grace,
4In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane.
5Why haue these banish'd, and forbidden Legges,
6Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground?
7But more then why, why haue they dar'd to march
8So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome,