And when my tongue was free, against my foe
I forc’d it vtter forth these words of woe.
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“Woe, woe is me, that I was euer borne
Of halfe so many yeares to liue the space,
And in the end to liue my brother’s scorne,
Yea trebble woe to me, since such disgrace
Doth in despight my former deeds deface:
Then perish all my deeds, be neuer seene,
Die fame with shame, as it had neuer beene.