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1Kath.
2O Griffith, sicke to death:
3My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth,
4Willing to leaue their burthen: Reach a Chaire,
5So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease.
6Did'st thou not tell me Griffith, as thou lead'st mee,
7That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Wolsey
8Was dead?