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30846	nan	The Tragedy Of Caesar's Revenge			.txt	text/plain	22541	2937	95	Let not that heart that did thy Country wound Thy fatall stroke of death shall more mee glad, _Cæsar_ thy sword hath all blisse from me taine _Cæs._ _Cæsar Pharsalia_ doth thy conquest sound Then let my death procure thy sweet liues safety, _Pom._ O how thy loue doth ease my greeued minde, And all thy wrongs shall _Cæsar's_ vallor right, _Antho._ Now _Cæsar_ hath thy flattering Fortune heapt _Cæs._ Let no such thoughts distemper now thy minde, Thou prize thy Countries loue and liberty, Thy Fathers life vnto his foe-mens hands, Vnto the Soule of thy dead Country _Rome_. _Brutus_ thy soule shall neuer more complaine: That thou hast conquered thy owne climing thoughts, _Calphur._ O dearest _Cæsar_, hast thou seene thy selfe, _Cæs._ Weepe not faire loue, let not thy wofull teares Thy life to thee a torture shall become, And when sad death shall be thy labors end,	./cache/30846.txt	./txt/30846.txt