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1   T-V|      But it’s poor stuff.’ I admit it. Who forces you to read,~
2   T-V|    part.~See, I’m ashamed to admit it, from long disuse,~now,
3  ExII|     you’re dubious about me, admit praise of a god,~and accept
4  ExII| difficult case.~A bad one, I admit, but it will become a good
5  ExII|      been made of my life.~I admit the years have done it,
6   ExI|   might say it isn’t wise. I admit it.~But my ship doesn’t
7 ExIII|    hated spears,~soon you’ll admit my omen carries weight.~