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||Alas, poore Death, where is thy glorie?|
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?
||Alas poore mortall, void of storie,|
Go spell and reade how I have kill’d thy King.
||Poore death and who was hurt thereby?|
Thy curse being laid on him, makes thee accurst.
||Let losers talk: yet thou shalt die;|
These arms shall crush thee.
||Spare not, do thy worst,|
I shall be one day better then before:
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.