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Section 189
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1Rich.
2The Curse my □□□le Father layd on thee,
3When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper,
4And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes,
5And then to dry the□, gau'st the Duke a Clowt,
6Steep'd in the fault□□□e blood of prettie Rutland:
7His Curses then, from bitternesse of Soule,
8Denounc'd against thee, are all falne vpon thee: