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 Bind communion griefs, with speed From this region recede, Lest the thunder's roaring be Your blaster into idiocy.

Some other counsel, speak, advise, Whereby thou mayst persuade me aught For this, by thy perversion, lies A thing repugnant to my thought. Wherefore dost thou counsel me To work out such iniquity? It is my will to share his fate: For traitors I have learn'd to hate— Nor any sin our being bears, More hateful to my soul than theirs.