Such grieuous wrongs vpon a wretched king.
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To guide thy muse, that she the cause may know
Whence first these euils in the state did spring,
To blood-built Rome, our Albion’s ancient foe,
Nurse of all factions, let her take swift wing,
That when this wofull storie she shall sing,
She truly may define the Roman hate,
Which first did broch these mischiefes in our state.
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