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Section 845
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1Aia.
2Thou, Trumpet, ther's my purse;
3Now cracke thy lungs, and split thy brasen pipe:
4Blow villaine, till thy sphered Bias cheeke
5Out‑swell the collicke of puft Aquilon:
6Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout bloud:
7Thou blowest for Hector.