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Section 385
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1Hen.
2From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue,
3To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight:
4No Harry, Harry, 'tis no Land of thine,
5Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee,
6Thy Balme washt off, wherewith thou was Annointed:
7No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
8No humble suters prease to speake for right: