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SCENE THE FIFTH.
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Oh my children! ...
I was a father.—See thyself alone,
Oh king; of thy so many friends and servants
Not one remains.—Inexorable God,
Is thy retributory wrath appeased?
But thou remain'st to me, oh sword: now come
My faithful servant in extremity.—
Hark, hark! the howlings of the insolent victors;
The lightening of their burning torches glares
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Their swords by thousands ... —Impious Philistine,
Thou shalt find me, but like a king, here ... dead.
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