Rufus, believed by me a friend, in vain
and worthlessly, (in vain? yes, and in fact at an ill and grievous price) you
have thus stolen upon me, and burning my innards, ah! snatched from wretched me
all our good? you have snatched it, alas, you cruel venom of our life! alas, you
plague of our friendship.
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