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The Whore of Babylon (Quarto, 1607)
The Whore of Babylon.
2477Why was thine armed hand reard to his height?
2478What blacke worke art thou doing?
2481Heere, heere that
stickes which I feare will not out
2483Turnd backe vpon me, I had long ere this
2486Thou mak'
st my good thoughts of thee now declyne,
2487Who loues not his owne bloud, will ne're spare mine,
2488Why doe
st thou weepe?
2489
Pari.
When on your face I looke,
2492(Your fathers father, and your grandfather,)
2494Gnawing the branches of that glorious tree,
2495The griefe melts euen my soule, O pardon me.
2497Take a full man into thee, for beholde
2498All these blacke clowdes we cleere: looke vp, tis day,
2503As towers of flint. All traytors are but waues,
2504That beate at rockes, their owne blowes digge their graues.
2507Halde, tortured, and growne wilde? on leaues eternall
2509So texted them in characters capitall,
2510I cannot race them but I blot my name
2512On your court-roles. Then keepe it, vp to heauen
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