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They shall tear him limb from limb!
O thankless beldames and untrue!
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Slaughter.
Fire.
And is this all that you can do
For him, who did so much for you?
Ninety months he, by my troth!
Hath richly cater'd for you both;
And in an hour would you repay
An eight years' work?—Away! away!
I alone am faithful! I
Cling to him everlastingly.
1796.
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