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Section 1293
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1Troy.
2Hee's dead: and at the murtherers Horses taile
3In beastly sort, drag'd through the shamefull Field.
4Frowne on you heauens, effect your rage with speede:
5Sit gods vpon your throanes, and smile at Troy.
6I say at once, let your briefe plagues be mercy,
7And linger not our sure destructions on.