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My life were better ended by their hate You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- For hateful deeds committed by myself! Proud can I never be of what I hate; My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Other men will envy your power and success! By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And hate the idle pleasures of these days. If you do love my brother, hate not me;