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Section 33
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1North.
2How doth my Sonne, and Brother?
3Thou trembl'st; and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke
4Is apter then thy Tongue, to tell thy Errand.
5Euen such a man, so faint, so spiritlesse,
6So dull, so dead in looke, so woe‑be‑gone,
7Drew Priams Curtaine, in the dead of night,
8And would haue told him, Halfe his Troy was burn'd.