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 If you direct their steps aright, from God expect reward, All actions are within his fight, of which he takes regard.

With clay-cold Lips the babes they kiss’d, and gave their last adieu! A hear of stone would melt, I wist, so sae a scene to view.

With tears, Androgus made reply, dear brother do not fear; Their every wish I will supply, and be their uncle dear.

God never prosper me nor mine, in whatsoe'er I have, If e'er I hurt them with design, when you are in the grave.

The parents being dead and gone, the children home he takes, And seems to soften all their moan, and much of them makes:

But had not kept the little souls, a twelvemonth and day, But in his breast a scheme there rolls to take their lives away.

He bargain'd with two ruffians strong, who were of furious mood,