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Section 951
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1Hect.
2Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so,
3I'ld not beleeue thee: henceforth guard thee well,
4For Ile not kill thee there, nor there, nor there,
5But by the forge that stythied Mars his helme,
6Ile kill thee euery where, yea, ore and ore.
7You wisest Grecians, pardon me this bragge,
8His insolence drawes folly from my lips,