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Section 422
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1O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth:
2That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers.
3Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man
4That euer liued in the Tide of Times.
5Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.
6Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie,
7(Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,
8To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)