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enemy: suffer my corpse to be interred. The hot hatred
of my subjects, well I know, is blazing all round me: screen
me, I pray, from their fury, and vouchsafe me a share in
the tomb of my son. So saying, with full resolve he welcomes
the sword to his throat, and spreads his life over his 5
armour in broad streams of blood.
