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Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me, Give me thy Gold, if thou hast any Gold: For I have bought it with and hundred blows. But let me see: Is this our Foe-mans face? Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only Son. Ah Boy, if any life be left in thee, Throw up thine eye: see, see, what showers arise, Blown with the windy Tempest of my heart, Upon thy wounds, that kills mine Eye, and Heart, Oh pity God, this miserable Age! What Stragems? how fell? how Butcherly? Erreoneous, mutinous, and unnatural, This deadly quarrel daily does beget? Oh Boy! thy Father gave thee life too soon, And hath bereft thee of thy life too late. How will my Wife, for slaughter of my Son, Shed seas of Tears, and never be satisfied? Was ever Father so bemoaned his Son? These arms of mine shall be thy winding sheet: My heart (sweet Boy) shall be thy Sepulcher, For from my heart, thine Image never shall go. My sighing breast, shall be thy Funeral bell; And so obsequious will thy Father be, Men for the lose of thee, having no more, As Priam was for all his Valiant Sons, I'll bear thee hence, and let them fight that will, For I have murdered where I should not kill.