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A rigorous doom is mine, upon my fay,
Before the parent-star, the lightsome sun,
Hath three times lighted up the cheerful day,
To other realms must Lamyngetowne be gone,
Or else my flimsy thread of life is spun.
And shall I hearken to a coward's rede,
And from so vain a shade as life is, run?
No! fly all thoughts of running to the Queed;
No! here I'll stay, and let the cockneys see
That Lamyngetowne the brave will Lamyngetowne still be.