O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, 
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! 
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man 
That ever lived in the tide of times. 
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! 
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,— 
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, 
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— 
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; 

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