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2.
War.What doth Peace produce but pride?
And a thousand sins beside.
Peace.
Who but is in love with peace,
She doth make all sorrow cease,
And sweet Amity increase.
Chorus.
War.
I execute Joves Justice.
Peace.
I his love.
Both.
Then let us both in our own channels move,
And quench the strife which now so fierely burns,
Since Fate will have us rule the world by turns.
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