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Let this be so. |
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His means of death, his obscure funeral— |
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No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, |
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No noble rite nor formal ostentation— |
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Cry to be heard as 'twere from heaven to earth, |
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That I must call 't in question. |
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All right, then. The way he died, his secret funeral, no funeral
rites or military display, no noble rites or formal
ceremony—shout out from heaven and earth that I must call
the way he died into question. |
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So you shall. |
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And where the offense is, let the great ax fall. |
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I pray you, go with me. |
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And you're right to do so. May the guilty party be
punished by death. Please, come with me. |
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