horse by vera, tune by edward

On Monday the second of November, the ninth day…

This night came upon him greater alienations of braine, ravings and idle speeches out of purpose, calling for his cloathes and his rapier, &c. saying, he must be gone, he would not stay, and I know not what else, to the great griefe of all who heard him, whose hopes now began to vanish.

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