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O, yet I do repent me of my fury, I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. Yet what can it when one cannot repent? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, - For I repent me that the duke is slain.
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. And then it started, like a guilty thing Hence both are gone; with conscience and remorse So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Who, then, shall blame