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Pergens pendens.
Ralph grown outragious, railes vpon my rimes,Which by no meanes his malice can endure,
But cals them scums, and riff-raffes of the times;
(Onely to keep his poysnous tongue in vre)
Doe Ralph, deuise what worse thou canst intend,
That done, goe hang thy selfe, and there's an end.
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