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Section 1132
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2I tell you, he doe's sit in Gold, his eye
3Red as 'twould burne Rome: and his Iniury
4The Gaoler to his pitty. I kneel'd before him,
5'Twas very faintly he said Rise: dismist me
6Thus with his speechlesse hand. What he would do
7He sent in writing after me: what he would not,
8Bound with an Oath to yeeld to his conditions: