VIII.
Lord, curse Edom's traiterous kinde,
Beare in minde
In our ruines how they revell'd. 45
_Sack_, _kill_, _burne_, they cry'd out still,
_Sack_, _burne_, _kill_,
Downe with all, let all be levell'd.
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