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(1072)
'I will not poison thee with my attaint, (1073)

Nor fold my fault in cleanly-coin'd excuses; (1074)

My sable ground of sin I will not paint, (1075)

To hide the truth of this false night's abuses: (1076)

My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices,
(1077)
As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale, (1078)

Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale.'

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