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 enemy: suffer my corpse to be interred. The hot hatred of my subjects, well I know, is blazing all round me: screen me, I pray, from their fury, and vouchsafe me a share in the tomb of my son. So saying, with full resolve he welcomes the sword to his throat, and spreads his life over his        5 armour in broad streams of blood.