890 So pitifull a thing is suters state!

Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man The falsest and the basest of this world: Set swords against this breast some honest man, For I have liv'd till I am pitied, My former deeds are hateful, but this last Is pitifull, for I unwillingly Have given the dear preserver of my life

For his sake that gives all. Hig. Pitifull Worships. Snap.