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Section 715
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1Cran.
2'Tis Buts.
3The Kings Physitian, as he past along
4How earnestly he cast his eyes vpon me;
5Pray heauen he sound not my disgrace: for certaine
6This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,
7(God turne their hearts, I neuer sought their malice)
8To quench mine Honor; they would shame to make me