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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