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Inexorabilis inops.
Braue Captaine Medon can no more endureTo liue in England, then to brooke the lye:
Pox of perswasions, can they him allure
From furthest parts, where he must liue and dye?
Vrge it no more I tell you, twill but grieue him,
For here no longer may his friends relieue him.
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