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And give them leave to ily, that will not stay; Pass'd over to the end they were created,
And call them pillars, that will stand to us; Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards Ab, what a life were this! how sweet! how
As victors wear at the Olympian games :

lovely! This may plant courage in their quailing breasts ; Gives not the hawthorn bush a swecter shade For yet is hope of life, and victory.-

To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Fore-slow no longer, make we hence amain. Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy

(exeunt. To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?

O, yes, it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. Ercursions. Enter Richard and Clifford. And to conclude,--the shepherd's homely curds,

Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone: His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, Suppose, this arm is for the duke of York, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge, All which secure and sweetly be enjoys, Wert thou environ'd with brazen wall.

Is far beyond a prince's delicates, Cliff Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone: His viands sparkling in a golden cup, This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York, His body couched in a curious bed, And this the band that slew thy brother Rutland; Wben care, mistrust, and treason, wait on him. And here's the heart, that triumphs in their death, Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his Father. And cheers these hands, that slew thy sire and

dragging in the dead body. To execute the like upon thyself; (brother, Son. Il blows the wind, that profits no-body. And so, bave at thee.

This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight, (they fight. Warwick enters; Clifford flies. May be possessed with some store of crowns : Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other And I, that haply take them from him now,

May yet, ere night, yield both my life and them For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. [ere. To some man else, as this dead man doth me. —

Who's this ?-O God! it is my father's face, Alarum. Enter King Henry.

Whom in this conflict I unawares have kill'd. K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's O heavy times, begetting such events !

From London by the king was I press'd forth; When dying clouds contend with growing light; My father, being the earl of Warwick’s man, What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Came on the part of York, press'd by his master; Can neither call it perfect day, nor night.

And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life, Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea, Have by my hands of life bereav'd him.Forc'd with the tide to combat with the wind; Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did! Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea, And pardon, father, for I knew not thee! Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind :

My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks ; Sometime, the flood prevails; and then, the wind; And no more words, till they have flow'd their fill, Now, one the better; then, another best;

K. Hen. O piteous spectacle ! O bloody times ! Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast, Whilst lions war, and battle for their dens, Yet neither conqaeror, nor conquered :

Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.So is the equal poise of this fell war.

Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear ; Here on this mole-hill will I sit me down.

And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war, To whom God will, there be the victory!

Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,

grief. Have chid me from the battle; swearing both, Enter a Father who has killed his Son, with tho They prosper best of all when I am thence.

body in his arms. 'Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so : Fath. Thou that so stoutly bath resisted me, For what is in this world, but grief and woc? Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold ; O God! methinks, it were a happy life,

For I have bought it with an hundred blows.-To be no better than a homely swain;

But let me see :-is this our foeman's face? To sit upon a hill, as I do now,

Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son ! To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Ab, boy, if any life be left in thee, Thereby to see the minutes, how they run: Throw up thine eye ; see, see, what showers arise, How many make the hour full complete,

Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, How many hours bring about the day,

Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart! How many days will finish up the year,

0, pity, God, this miserable age ! -
How many years a mortal man inay live. What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly
When this is known, then to divide the times : Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
So many hours must I tend my flock;

This deadly quarrel daily doth beget !-
So many bours must I take my rest ;

O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, So many hours must I contemplate ;

And hath bereft thee of thy life too late ! So many hours must I sport myself;

K. Hen. Woe above woe! grief more than So many days my ewes have been with young;

common grief! So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:

O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, The red rose and the white are on his fao

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The fatal colours of our striving houses : That Phaëton should check thy fiery steeds,
The one, his purple blood right well resembles ; Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth:
The other, his pale cheeks, methinks, present : And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Wither, one rose, and let the other flourish! Or as thy father, and his father, did,
If you contend, a thousand lives must wither. Giving no ground unto the house of York,

Son. How will my mother, for a father's death, They never then bad sprung like summer dies Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied ?

I, and ten thousand in tbis luckless realm, Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my Had left no mourning widows for our death, Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied ? (son, And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. K. Hen. How will the country, for these wo- For what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air ? ful cbances,

And what makes robbers bold, but too much Mis-think the king, and not be satisfied ?

lenity? Son. Was ever son, so ru'd a father's death? Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; Fath. Was ever father so bemoan'd a son ? No way to fly, nor strength to hold out Aight: K. Hen. Was ever king, so griev'd for sub- The foe is merciless, and will not pity; jects' woe?

For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity, Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. The'air bath got into my deadly wounds, Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep And much effuse of blood doth make me faint :

[exit, with the body. Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy wind- I stabb'd your father's bosom, split my breast. ing-sheet;

[he faints. My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre; Alarum and retreat. Enter Edward, George, For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go. Richard, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell; Edw. Now breathe we, lords ; good fortune And so obsequious will thy father be,

[looks.— Sad for the loss of thee, having no more,

And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful As Priam was for all his valiant sons.

Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, That led calm Henry, though he were a king, For I have murder'd where I should not kill. As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,

Cerit, with the body. Command an argosy to stem the waves. K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overcome with But think you, lords, that Clifford filed with them? Here sits a king more woful than you are. (care, War. No, 'tis impossible he should'escape : Alarums: excursions. Enter Queen Margaret, For, though before his face I speak the words, Prince of Wales, and Exeter.

Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave : Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead. are fled,

[Clifford groans, and dies. And Warwick rages like a chafed bull :

Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy Away! for death doth bold us in pursuit.

leave?

[parting Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Ber- Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's dewick post amain:

, Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds If friend, or foe, let

him be gently us’d. (Clifford ; Having the fearful flying hare in sight,

Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, is Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain. But set his murdering knife unto the root, Ere. Away! for vengeance comes along with From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, them :

I mean, our princely father, duke of York. Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed ;

War. From off the gates of York fetch down Or else come after; I'll away before.

the head, K. Hen. Nay, take me with thec, good sweet Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : Not that I fear to stay, but love to go [Exeter; Instead whereof, let this supply the room ; Wbither the queen intends. Forward ; away![ex. Measure for measure must be answered. [house,

Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our A loud Alarum. Enter Clifford, wounded. That nothing sung but deáth to us and ours : Cliff. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound, dies,

And his ill-boding tongue no more sball speak. Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light.

(attendants bring the body forward. 0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,

War. I think his understanding is bereft:More than my body's parting with my soul. Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to My love, and fear, glow'd many friends to thee;

thee? And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, Impairing Henry, strength’ning misproud York, And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say. The common people swarm like summer flies : Rich. O 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he And wbither fy the gnats, but to the sun ? 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, (duth And who shines now, but Henry's enemies ? Because he would avoid such bitter taunts, O Phæbus! hadst thou never given consent Which in the time of death he gave our father.

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Goo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager | And now to London with triumphant march, ", words,

There to be crowned England's royal king. Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain po grace. From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. And ask the lady Bona for thy queen : War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together ; Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. Aud, having France thy friend, thou shalt not, Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to The scatter'd foc, that hopes to rise again ; [dread York.

For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thce. Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears Geo. Where's (patain Margaret, to fence you | First, will I see the coronation ; now?

And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea, War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. wast wont.

Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let Rich. What, not an oath ? nay, then the world For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; [it be; goes hard,

And never will I undertake the thing, When Clifford cannot spare bis friends an oath :- Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting. I know by that, he's dead; and, by my soul, Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster : If this right hand would buy two hours' life, And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, That I in all despite might rail at bim, if Sball do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. This hand should cbop it off; and with the Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George, issuing blood

of Gloster; Stifle the villain, whose upstaunched thirst For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. York and young Rutland could not satisfy. (head, War. Tut, that's a foolish observation;

War. Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's Richard, be duke of Gloster: now to London. And rear it in the place your father'u stands. -- To see these honours in possession. [ezcuni

ACT III. SCENE I. A CHASE IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND. To wife for Edward : if this news be truc, Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands. Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost; 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll For Warwick is a subtle orator shroud ourselves ;

And Lowis a prince soon won with moving words, For through this laund anon the deer will come ; By this account, then, Margaret may wiu him; And in this covert will we make our stand, For she's a woman to be pitied much : Culling the principal of all the deer. (shoot. Her sighs will make a battery in his breast

2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;

1 Keep.. That cannot be, the noise of thy cross- The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn; Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. (bow And Nero will be tainted with remorse, Here stand we both, and aim we at the best ; To hear, and see her plaints, her brinish tears And, for the time shall not seem tedious,

Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give : I'll tell thee what befell me on a day,

She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; In this self-place where now we mean to stand. He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos'd ; past.

He smiles, and says-his Edward is installd; Enter King Henry, disguised, with a prayer-book. That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of

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Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. Inferreth arguments of mighty strength; No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, With promise of bis sister, and what else, Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou, wast To strengthen and support king Edward's place. anointed :

O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,' Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. No hunble suitors press to speak for right,

2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of No, not a man comes for redress of thee;)

kings and queens? (was born to : For how can I help them, and not myself?

K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I i Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keep- A man at least, for less I should not be : er's fee :

And men may talk of kings, and why not I? This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities;

king.

(enough. For wise men say, it is the wisest course. [him. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and tbat's

2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy 1 Keep. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little crown?

[head; [for aid; K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Nor to be seen : my crown is call'd, coutent; Is thither gove, to crave the French king's sister | A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.

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e Beep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with , May it please your highness to resolve me now; content,

And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. Your crown content, and you, must be contented Glo. (aside.] Ay, widow ? then I'll warrant To go along with us : for, as we think,

you all your lands, You are the king, king Edward bath depos'd; An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. And we bis subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. Will apprehend you as his enemy.

[an oath ?

Clar, I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break

[ande. 2 Keep. No, never such an oath ; nor will not

Glo, God forbid that! for he'll take vantages.

[aside K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow? king of England ?

tell me. 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her. remain. [old;

[aside. R. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months Glo. Nay, whip me then ; he'll rather give her My father, and my grandfather, were kings;

(aside. And you were sworn true subjects unto me; L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. And tell me then, have you not broke your oaths ? Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd by 1 Keep. No;

bim,

[aside. For we were subjects, but while you were king. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe

father's land.

(then. a man?

L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this Look, as I blow this feather from my face,

widow's wit.

[have leave, And as the air blows it to me again,

Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will Obeying with my wind when I do blow, Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. And yielding to another when it blows,

(Gloster and Clarence retire to the other side. Commanded always by the greater gust;

K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you lovo Such is the lightness of you common men.

your children? But do not break your oaths ; for, of that sin L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; them good ?

[some harm. and be you kings ; command, and I'll obey. L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do king Edward.

them good. R. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. If he were seated as king Edward is.

K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in

(ness' service. To go with us unto the officers. [the king's, L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highK. Hen. In God's name, lead ; your king's K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I name be obey'd :

give them? And what God will, then let your king perform; L. Grey. What you command, that rests in And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [ereunt.

me to do.

[boon. SCENE II. LONDON A ROOM IN THE PALACE. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, g Lady L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot Grey.

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do it.

[to ask. R. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at St. Albans K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror :

grace commands. Her suit is now, to repossess those lands;

Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears Which we in justice cannot well deny,

the marble.

(aside. Because in quarrel of the house of York

Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

(suit ;
melt.

[aside. Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear , It were dishonour, to deny it her. (pause.

my task ? K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king, Glo. Yea, is it so ?

(aside to Clar,

L. Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am I see, the lady bath a thing to grant,

a subject. Before the king will grant her humble suit. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's land I freely Clar. He knows the game; how true he keeps

give thee.

(thanks. the wind.

[aside. L. Grey. I take my leave, with many thousand Glo. Silence !

[aside. Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit;

curt'sy.

(I mean. And come some other time, to know our mind. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love 2. Grey. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brood I.. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my joring delny :

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you both,

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an end.

K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. R. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get ? Clar. To whom, my lord ? (marry her. L. Grey. My love till death, my humble K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself. [least. thanks, my prayers ;

Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not upean Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. such love.

(you did.

K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell
L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.

[perceive

Enter a Nobleman.
L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.

And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with K. Elw. See, that he be convey'd unto the thee.

[prison.

Tower :-
L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in And go we, brothers, to the man that took hi
K. Edw. Why then thou shalt not have thy To question of his apprehension.-

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husband's lands.

[dower; Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honourL. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my [exeunt K. Edw. L. Grey, Clar. and Lord. For by that loss I will vot purchase them.

Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. K. Edw. her thou wrong'st thy children 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, mightily.

(them and me. That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, L. Grey. Herein your highness wronce both To cross me from the golden time I look for! But, mighty lord. this merry inclination

And yet, between my soul's desire, and me, Accords not with the sadness of my suit;

('The lustful Edward's title buried,) Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my re

And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies, No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. [quest : To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: L. Grey. Then, ne, my lord. My suit is at A cold premeditation for my purpose !

Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her | Like one that stands upon a promontory, brows.

(aside. And spies a far-off sbore, where he would tread, Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. Wishing bis foot were equal with his eye;

[aside. And chides the sea that sunders bim from thence,
K. Edw. [aside.] Her looks do argue her re- Saying—he'll lade it dry to have his way:
plete with modesty ;

So do I wish the crown, being so far off ;
Her words do show her wit incomparable;- And so I chide the means that keep me from it;
All her perfections challenge sovereignty: And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
One way, or other, she is for a king ;

Flattering me with impossibilities.-
And she shall be my love, or else my queen.- My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? Unless my hand and strength could equal them.

L. Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gra- | Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ;
I am a subject fit to jest withal, [cious lord : What other pleasure can the world afford ?
But far unfit to be a sovereign.

(thee, I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state, I swear to And deck my body in gay ornaments,
I speak no more than what my soul intends; And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. (unto. O miserable thought! and more unlikely,

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns !
I know, I am too mean to be your queen : Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
And yet too good to be your concubine. [queen. And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,

K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
should call you-father.

To make an envious mountain on my back, K. Edw. No more, then when my daughters Where sits deformity to mock my body ; call thee mother.

To shape my legs of an unequal size;
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; | To disproportion me in every part,
And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,
Have other some : 'why, 'tis a happy thing That carries no impression like the dam.
To be the father unto many sons.

And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. 0, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought !
Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
shrifc.

[aside. But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for As are of better person than myself,
shift,

[aside. I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown; K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we And, whiles I live, to account this world but hells two have had.

Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bears this beuch Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. Be round impaled with a glorious crown

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