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And happily may your sweet self put on
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears...
Bast.", 0, let'us pay the time but needful'wóe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. This England never did (nor 'never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them': Nought shall make
us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
1: [Exeunt.] Din put