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I raised him,
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and I pawned mine honor for his truth,
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who, being so heightened,
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he watered his new plants with dews of flattery,
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seducing so my friends.
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At the last, I seemed his follower, not partner,
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and he waged me with his countenance
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as if I had been mercenary.
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So he did, my lord. The army marveled at it.
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And, in the last, when he had carried Rome
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and that we looked for no less spoil than glory...
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There was it!