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You gave me Brother?Eld. Bro. Yes, and keep it still,Lean on it safely, not a period Shall be unsaid for me: against the threatsOf malice or of sorcery, or that powerWhich erring men call Chance, this I hold firm,Vertue may be assail'd, but never hurt,Surpriz'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd, Yea even that which mischief meant most harm,Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.But evil on it self shall back recoyl,And mix no more with goodness, when at lastGather'd like scum, and setl'd to it self It shall be in eternal restless changeSelf-fed, and self-consum'd; if this fail,The pillar'd firmament is rott'nness,And earths base built on stubble. But com let's on.Against th'opposing will and arm of Heav'nMay never this just sword be lifted up,But for that damn'd magician, let him be girtWith all the greisly legions that troopUnder the sooty flag of Acheron,Harpyies and Hydra's, or all the monstrous forms 'Twixt Africa, and Inde, Ile find him out,And force him to restore his purchase back,
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