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[Vicari G. <rid...@br...>]

T which I had digged for thee. Conscience unnerved my hand and blunted
my sword: our blades scarcely crossed before his weapon stretched me
on the ground. They tell me he has fled
from the anger of the law; let him return without
a fear Solemnly, and from the bed of death, and in the sight of the
last tribunal, I proclaim to justice and the world that we fought f