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Section 359
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1Rich.
2Reuoke that doome of mercy, for 'tis Clifford,
3Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch
4In hewing Rutland, when his leaues put forth,
5But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote,
6From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
7I meane our Princely Father, Duke of Yorke.