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Not all the water in the rough, rude sea can wash the balm from an anointed king
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The breath of worldly men cannot depose the deputy elected by the lord
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The king is not himself, but basely led by flatterers. How long shall I be silent
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Or how long shall tender duty make me suffering? My master, God Omnipotent, is mustering in his glance on our behalf armies of pestilence
0:52
And they shall strike your children yet unborn and unbegot. Tell Bullingbrook, for Yonmi thinks he stands, that every stride he makes upon my land is dangerous treason
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He has come to open the purple testament of bleeding war. With mine own tears, I wash away my balm
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With mine own hands, I give away my crown
