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So bloodied o'er, the pain of death's embrace!
Let it be not guilt that taints my hand,
For I shall scrub away remorse's stain.
My lady, all is prepared for our coronation show.
Ay, my lord, and yet no, I cannot go.
So bloodied o'er, the pain of death's embrace!
Let it be not guilt that taints my hand,
For I shall scrub away remorse's stain.
My lady, all is prepared for our coronation show.
Ay, my lord, and yet no, I cannot go.