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I say as this man says. I have no trust

In words to raise a dead man from the dust.

How mean you? Drag out our poor lives, and stand

Cowering to these defilers of the land?

Nay, 'tis too much! Better to strive and die!

Death is an easier doom than slavery.

We heard a sound of groaning, nothing plain,

How know we—are we seers?—that one is slain?

Oh, let us find the truth out, ere we grow

Thus passionate! To surmise is not to know.

Break in, then! 'Tis the counsel ye all bring,

And learn for sure, how is it with the King.