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Section 652
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1Bul.
2They loue not poyson, that do poyson neede,
3Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
4I hate the Murtherer, loue him murthered.
5The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
6But neither my good word, nor Princely fauour.
7With Caine go wander through the shade of night,
8And neuer shew thy head by day, nor light.