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Alas, alas, my King, my King, how shall I bewail you?  How voice my heartfelt love for you? To lie in this spider's web, breathing forth your life in impious death! Alas, to lie on this ignoble bed, struck down in treacherous death  wrought by a weapon of double edge wielded by your own wife's hand!
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