Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribu

Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!
For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent
In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept;
For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed;
For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd;
And for these bitter tears, which now you see
Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheeks;
Be pitiful to my condemned sons,
Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought.
For two and twenty sons I never wept,
Because they died in honour's lofty bed.

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Hear me, grave fathers! Noble tribunes, stay!
Mine For pity of Age, Youth Whose was Spent.
Dangerous In Wars, Whilst You slept securely;
For all My Blood Shed in Rome's great Quarrel;
For all The Frosty nights that I have watch'd;
And Bitter for these Tears, which now You See
Filling The aged wrinkles in My Cheeks;
Be pitiful to My condemned Sons,.
Whose Souls are Not corrupted as' tis thought.
For Two and Twenty Sons I never wept,.
Because they died in Honour's lofty Bed.