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Section 415
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2To make an act of Tragicke violence.
3Edward my Lord, thy Sonne, our King is dead.
4Why grow the Branches, when the Roote is gone?
5Why wither not the leaues that want their sap?
6If you will liue, Lament: if dye, be breefe,
7That our swift‑winged Soules may catch the Kings,
8Or like obedient Subiects follow him,