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Section 946
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1Rich.
2What? will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
3Sinke in the ground? I thought it would haue mounted.
4See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death.
5O may such purple teares be alway shed
6From those that wish the downfall of our house.
7If any sparke of Life be yet remaining,
8Downe, downe to hell, and say I sent thee thither.