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William the Silent

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Orange is a dead man, his men desert him, and threaten to cut his throat, and sack his ancestral domain; he will be caught and annihilated as was his brother Jemmingen.
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By the Protestant Languet, as quoted in William the Silent (1902) by Frederic Harrison, p. 97

 
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