Most true and faithful unto deathe:
And, oh! to rayse yee up againe,
How freelye could I yield my breathe!
"But see, the traitor's yet alive!
Lo where hee stalkes among the deade!
Nowe bitterlye he shall abye,
And vengeance fall upon his head."
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"O staye, my liege," then sayd the duke;
"O staye for love and charitìe;