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“This, King, be truth: Nor deem that I would make— for such uncertain good, such petty gain, which, b’eing my words untrue, mote be the stake— such long proëmium forgèd, false and vain. Liefer would I my rest unending take on the fierce restless bosom of the Main by mother Thetis rockt, a Pyrat dour who makes his wealth by making others poor.