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Section 174
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1Rutland.
2So looks the pent‑vp Lyon o're the Wretch,
3That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes:
4And so he walkes, insulting o're his Prey,
5And so he comes, to rend his Limbes asunder.
6Ah gentle Clifford, kill me with thy Sword,
7And not with such a cruell threatning Looke.
8Sweet Clifford heare me speake, before I dye: