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1Rich.
2But now the blood of twentie thousand men
3Did triumph in my face, and they are fled,
4And till so much blood thither come againe,
5Haue I not reason to looke pale, and dead?
6All Soules that will be safe, flye from my side,
7For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride.