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IntroOftentimes, to win us to our harm.The instruments of darkness tell us truths. To betray is in deepest consequence. Against my murderer, I have failed. A dagger to the mind. Renown and grace is dead. The wine of life is drawn. Drenched natures now lie as in a death. My virtues will plead like angels. And now the time has come for this to end. |