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Section 653
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1La.
2Out damned spot: out I say. One: Two: Why
3then 'tis time to doo't: Hell is murky. Fye, my Lord, fie,
4a Souldier, and affear'd? what need we feare? who knowes
5it, when none can call our powre to accompt: yet who
6would haue thought the olde man to haue had so much
7blood in him.