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Section 314
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1War.
2Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:
3Ile kill my Horse, because I will not flye:
4Why stand we like soft‑hearted women heere,
5Wayling our losses, whiles the Foe doth Rage,
6And looke vpon, as if the Tragedie
7Were plaid in iest, by counterfetting Actors.
8Heere on my knee, I vow to God aboue,