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Moans my heart within my breast.

Worthy thou of all lamentings.

Direst fate hath thee oppressed.

By thy friend wert reft of life.

Thou thy friend hast slain in strife.

Twofold horrors to relate.

Twofold to behold.

Brothers these by brothers slain.

Near them stand we, sisters twain.

Deadly deeds to tell of.

Deadly to behold.