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Section 789
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1War.
2My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Roome,
3Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,
4With such a deepe demeanure, in great sorrow,
5That Tyranny, which neuer quafft but blood,
6Would (by beholding him) haue wash'd his Knife
7With gentle eye‑drops. Hee is comming hither.