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Section 450
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1Mar.
2Now farwell flatterie, die Andronicus,
3Thou dost not slumber, see thy two sons heads,
4Thy warlike hands, thy mangled daughter here:
5Thy other banisht sonnes with this deere sight
6Strucke pale and bloodlesse, and thy brother I,
7Euen like a stony Image, cold and numme.
8Ah now no more will I controule my griefes,