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thou go,

Shall, after three days' open penance done,

Hor. Let it come, i'faith, and I'll pledge you Live in your country here, in banishment,

all; And a fig for Peter ! With sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.

i Pren. Here, Peter, I drink to thee; and be Duch. Welcome is banishment, welcome were my not afraid. death.

2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy ma Glo. Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee; ter; fight for credit of the prentices. I cannot justify whom the law condemns.

Peter. I thank you all : drink, and pray for me, [Exeunt the Duchess, and the other Prisoners, I pray you; for, I think, I have taken my last guarded.

draught in this world. – Here, Robin, an if I die, Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief. I give thee my apron; and, Will, thou shalt hare Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age my hammer: — and here, Tom, take all the money Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground ! that I have. O Lord, bless me; I am never able I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go; to deal with my master, he hath learnt so much Sorrow would 6 solace, and mine age would ease. fence already K. Hen. Stay, Humphrey duke of Gloster : ere Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows

Sirrah, what's thy name? Give up thy staff; Henry will to himself

Peter. Peter, forsooth, Protector be; and God shall be my hope,

Sal. Peter! what more? My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet ;

Peter. Thump. And go in peace, Humphrey ; no less belov'd, Sal. Thump! then see thou thump thy master Than when thou wert protector to thy king.

well. Q. Mar. I see no reason why a king of years Hor. Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon Should be to be protected like a child.

my man's instigation, to prove him a knare, and God and king Henry govern England's helm : myself an honest man: and touching the duke of Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm. York, — will take my death, I never meant him any

Glo. My staff?— here, noble Henry, is my staff; ill, nor the king, nor the queen : And, therefore, As willingly do I the same resign,

Peter, have at thee with a downright blow, as Bevis As e'er thy father Henry made it mine ;

of Southampton fell upon Ascapart. And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it,

York. Despatch : — this knave's tongue begins As others would ambitiously receive it.

to double. Farewell, good king: When I am dead and gone, Sound trumpets, alarum to the combatants. May honourable peace attend thy throne ! [Erit.

[Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes Q. Mar. Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret

down his Master. queen;

Hor. Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess And Humphrey, duke of Gloster, scarce himself,

[Dies That bears so shrewd a main; two pulls at once,

York. Take away his weapon: - Fellow, thank His lady banish’d, and a limb lopp'd off ;

the good wine in thy master's way. This staff of honour raught 7: — There let it stand, Peter. O Heaven! have I overcome mine eneWhere it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.

mies in this presence ? O Peter, thou hast prevailed Suf. Thus droops this lofty pine, and hangs his in right! sprays;

K. Hen. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt :

York. Lords, let him go. - Please it your majesty, And heaven in justice, hath reveald to us This is the day appointed for the combat ;

The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, And ready are the appellant and defendant, Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongThe armourer and his man, to enter the lists,

fully. So please your highness to behold the fight. Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. (Exeunt. Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore

SCENE IV. Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.

A Street. K. Hen. Then let us see the lists and all things fit;

Enter Gloster and Servants, in mourning Clocks Here let them end it, God defend the right! York. I never saw a fellow worse bested,

Glo. Thus, sometimes, hath the brightest day a Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,

cloud; The servant of this armourer, my lords.

And, after summer, ever more succeeds

Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold : Enter, on one side, Horner, and his Neighbours, So cares and joys abound as seasons fleet. drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he Sirs, what's o'clock ? enters bearing his staff with a sand-bag fastened to


Ten, my lord. it; a drum before him : at the other side, Peter,

Glo. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, with a drum and a similar staff; accompanied by To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess : Prentices drinking to him.

Uneath 1 may she endure the flinty streets, 1 Neigh. Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to To tread them with her tender-feeling feet. you in a cup of sack; And fear not, neighbour, you Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook shall do well enough.

The abject people, gazing on thy face, 2 Neigh. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of With envious looks, still laughing at thy shame; charneco. 9

That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels, 3 Neigh. And here's a pot of good double beer, When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. neighbour : drink, and fear not your man. But, soft! I think, she comes; and I'll prepare 6 Wishes for - Reached.

My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
In a worse plight
A sort of sweet wine,

| Not easily.



sion stays:

Enter the Duchess of GLOSTER, in a white sheet, | I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience !

with papers pinn'd upon her back, her feet barc, These few days' wonder will be quickly worn. and a taper burning in her hand; Sir John STANLEY, a Sheriff, and Officers.

Enter a Herald. Serv. So please your grace, we'll take her from Her. I summon your grace to his majesty's the sheriff.

parliament, holden at Bury the first of this next Glo. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by. month.

Duch. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame? Glo. And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before ! Now thou dost penance too. Look, how they gaze! This is close dealing. — Well, I will be there. See, how the giddy multitude do point,

[Exit Herald. And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! My Nell, I take my leave : and, master sheriff, Ah, Gloster, hide thee from their hateful looks : Let not her penance exceed the king's commission. And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,

Sher. An't please your grace, here my commisAnd ban 2 thine enemies, both mine and thine.

Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief. And sir John Stanley is appointed now,

Duch. Ah, Gloster, teach me to forget myself: To take her with him to the Isle of Man. For, whilst I think I am thy married wife,

Glo. Must you, sir John, protect my lady here? And thou a prince, protector of this land,

Stan. So am I given in charge, may't please your Methinks, I should not thus be led along,

grace. Mail'd up.in shame, with papers on my back;

Glo. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice

You use her well: the world may laugh again; To see my tears, and here my deep-fet S groans. And I may live to do you kindness, if The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet :

You do it her, And so, sir John, farewell. And, when I start, the envious people laugh, Duch. What, gone, my lord; and bid me not And bid me be advised how I tread.

farewell ? Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? Glo. Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. Trow'st thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world;

(Exeunt Gloster and Servants. Or count them happy, that enjoy the sun ?

Duch. Art thou gone too? All comfort go with No; dark shall be my light, and night my day;

thee! To think upon my pomp, shall be my hell. For none abides with me: my joy is death ; Sometime I'll say, I am duke Humphrey's wife; Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd, And he a prince, and ruler of the land :

Because I wish'd this world's eternity. Yet so he rul'd, and such a prince he was,

Stanley, I prythee, go, and take me hence; As he stood by, whilst I, his forlorn duchess, I care not whither, for I beg no favour, Was made a wonder, and a pointing-stock,

Only convey me where thou art commanded. To every idle rascal follower.

Stan. Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man; But be thou mild, and blush not at my shame; There to be used according to your state. Nor stir at nothing, till the axe of death

Duch. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach : Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will.

And shall I then be used reproachfully? For Suffolk, — he that can do all in all

Stan. Like to a duchess, and duke Humphrey's With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,

lady, And York, and impious Beaufort, that false priest, According to that state you shall be used. Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings,

Duch. Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare ; And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: Although thou hast been conduct 5 of my shame! But fear not thou, until thy foot be snar'd,

Sher. It is my office, madam, pardon me. Nor ever seek prevention of thy foes.

Duch. Ay, ay, farewell, thy office is discharg’d. – Glo. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimest all awry ; Come, Stanley, shall we go? I must offend, before I be attainted :

Stan. Madam, your penance done, throw off this And had I twenty times so many foes,

sheet, And each of them had twenty times their power,

And go we to attire you for our journey. All these could not procure me any scathe 4,

Duch. My shame will not be shifted with my So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless.

sheet: Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach ? No, it will hang upon my richest robes, Why, yet thy scandal were not wip'd away,

And show itself, attire me how I can. But I in danger for the breach of law.

Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison. Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:

[Exeunt. 3 Deep-fetched. 4 Harm, mischief.

5 Conductor.

3 Curse



of us,

SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury.

Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law,

Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
Enler to the Parliament, King HENRY, Queen Mar- York. And did he not, in his protectorship,

GARET, Cardinal Beaufort, Suffolk, York, Levy great sums of money through the realm,
BUCKINGHAM, and others.

For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it? K. Hen. I muse 6, my lord of Gloster is not come: By means whereof, the towns each day revolted. 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,

Buck. Tut! these are petty faults to faults unWhate'er occasion keeps him from us now.

known, Q. Mar. Can you not see? or will you not ob- Which time will bring to light in smooth duke

Humphrey. The strangeness of his alter'd countenance ?

K. Hen. My lords, at once: The care you have With what a majesty he bears himself; How insolent of late he is become,

To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself? Is worthy praise : But shall I speak my conscience ? We know the time since he was mild and affable; Our kinsman Gloster is as innocent And, if we did but glance a far-off look,

From meaning treason to our royal person, Immediately he was upon bis knee,

As is the sucking lamb, or harmless dove : That all the court admir'd him for submission : The duke is virtuous, mild; and too well given, But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,

To dream on evil, or to work my downfall. When every one will give the time of day,

Q. Mar. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond He knits his brow, and shows an angry eye,

affiance ! And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,

Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd, Disdaining duty that to us belongs.

For he's disposed as the hateful raven. Small curs are not regarded, when they grin; Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him, But great men tremble when the lion roars;

For he's inclin'd as are the ravenous wolves. And Humphrey is no little man in England. Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit? First, note, that he is near you in descent ;

Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all And should you fall, he is the next will mount. Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. Me seemeth, then, it is no policy,

Enter SOMERSET. Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears,

Som. All health unto my gracious sovereign! And his advantage following your decease,

K. Hen. Welcome, lord Somerset. What news That he should come about your royal person,

from France ? Or be admitted to your highness' council.

Som. That all your interest in those territories By flattery hath he won the commons' heart;

Is utterly bereft you ; all is lost. And, when he please to make commotion,

K. Hen. Cold news, lord Somerset : But God's 'Tis to be fear'd, they all will follow him.

will be done! Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted ;

York. Cold news for me ; for I had hope of Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,

And choke the herbs for want of husbandry. As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
The reverent care, I bear unto my lord,

Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud,
Made me collect 7 these dangers in the duke. And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
If it be fond , call it a woman's fear;

But I will remedy this gear ' ere long,
Which fear, if better reasons can supplant,

Or sell my title for a glorious grave. (Aside. I will subscribe and say,- I wrong'd the duke.

My lord of Suffolk,- Buckingham, and York,
Reprove my allegation, if you can;

Glo. All happiness unto my lord the king ! Or else conclude my words effectual.

Pardon, my liege, that I have staid so long. Suf. Well hath your highness seen into this duke ; Suf. Nay, Gloster, know, that thou art come too And, had I first been put to speak my mind,

soon, I think, I should have told your grace's tale.

Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: The duchess, by his subornation,

I do arrest thee of high treason here. Upon my life, began her devilish practices :

Glo. Well, Suffolk, yet thou shalt not see me Or if he were not privy to those faults,

blush, Yet by reputing of his high descento,

Nor change my countenance for this arrest; (As next the king, he was successive heir,)

A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. And such high vaunts of his nobility,

The purest spring is not so free from mud, Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess,

As I am clear from treason to my sovereign : By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.

Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty? Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep ; York. 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes And in his simple show he harbours treason.

of France, The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.

And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay: No, no, my sovereign ; Gloster is a man

By means whereof, his highness hath lost France. Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.

Glo. Is it but thought so? What are they that

think it? 6 Wonder. ?ie. Observe.

& Foolish. yle. Valuing himself on his high descent.

I Gear was a general word for things or matters.

I never robb’d the soldiers of their pay,

And the offender granted scope of speech, Nor ever had one penny bribe from France. 'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. So help me God, as I have watch'd the night, - Suf. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here, Ay, night by night,-in studying good for England! With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, That doit that e'er I wrested from the king, As if she had suborned some to swear Or any groat I hoarded to my use,

False allegations to o'erthrow his state ? Be brought against me at my trial day!

Q. Mar. But I can give the loser leave to chide. No! many a pound of mine own proper store, Glo. Far truer spoke, than meant: I lose, indeed ;Because I would not tax the needy commons, Beshrew the winners, for they played me false ! Have I disbursed to the garrisons,

And well such losers may have leave to speak. And never ask'd for restitution.

Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here all Car. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.

day: Glo. I say no more than truth, so help me God! Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.

York. In your protectorship, you did devise Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure, Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, Glo. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his crutch, That England was defam'd by tyranny.

Before his legs be firm to bear his body : Glo. Why, 'tis well known, that while I was pro- Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, tector,

And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first. Pity was all the fault that was in me;

Ah, that my fear were false ! ah, that it were ! For I should melt at an offender's tears,

For, good king Henry, thy decay I fear. And lowly words were ransome for their fault.

(Exeunt Attendants, with GLOSTER. Unless it were a bloody murderer,

K. Hen. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth Or foul felonious thief that fleec'd poor passengers,

best, I never gave them condign punishment :

Do, or undo, as if ourself were here. Murder, indeed, that bloody sin, I tortur'd

Q. Mar. What, will your highness leave the parAbove the felon, or what trespass else.

liament? Suf. My lord, these faults are easy ?, quickly an- K. Hen. Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with swer'd :

But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes ;
Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. My body round engirt with misery ;
I do arrest you in his highness' name;

For what's more miserable than discontent?
And here commit you to my lord cardinal Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
To keep, until your further time of trial.

The map of honour, truth, and loyalty ;
K. Hen. My lord of Gloster, 'tis my special hope, And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come,
That you will clear yourself from all suspects; That e'er I prove thee false, or fear'd thy faith.
My conscience tells me, you are innocent.

What low'ring star now envies thy estate, Glo. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous ! That these great lords, and Margaret our queen, Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition,

Do seek subversion of thy harmless life? And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand; Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong; Foul subornation is predominant,

And as the butcher takes away the calf, And equity exil'd your highness' land.

And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays, I know, their complot is to have my life ;

Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house; And, if my death might make this island happy, Even so remorseless, have they borne him hence. And prove the period of their tyranny,

And as the dam runs lowing up and down, I would expend it with all willingness :

Looking the way her harmless young one went, But mine is made the prologue to their play: And can do nought but wail her darling's loss; For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril, Even so myself bewails good Gloster's case, Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.

With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice, Look after him, and cannot do him good; And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate ; So mighty are his vowed enemies. Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan, The envious load that lies upon his heart;

Say, Who's a traitor, Gloster he is none. [Exit. And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, Q. Mar. Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's Whose overweening arm I bave pluck'd back,

hot beams. By false accuse doth level at my life :

Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, Too full of foolish pity; and Gloster's show
Causeless have laid disgraces on my head ? Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
And, with your best endeavour, have stirr'd up With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
My liefest 3 Jiege to be mine enemy; -

Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank,
Ay, all of you have laid your heads together, With shining checker'd slough4, doth sting a child,
Myself had notice of your conventicles.

That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. I shall not want false witness to condemn me, Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I, Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt ; (And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good,) The ancient proverb will be well affected,

This Gloster should be quickly rid the world, A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.

To rid us from the fear we have of him. Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable :

Car. That he should die, is worthy policy: If those that care to keep your royal person But yet we want a colour for his death : From treason's secret knife, and traitors' rage,

'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law. Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at,

Suf. But, in my mind, that were no policy: ? Easily.

3 Dearest.

4 Skin,


The king will labour still to save his life,

Q. Mar Nay then, this spark will prove a raging fire, The commons haply rise to save his life;

If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : – And yet we have but trivial argument,

No more, good York ;- sweet Somerset, be still ;More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death. Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,

York. So that, by this, you would not have him die. Might happily have prov'd far worse than his. Suf. Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I.

York. What worse than naught? nay, then a York. 'Tis York that hath more reason for his

shame take all ! death.

Som. And, in the number, thee, that wishest shame! But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk,- Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is. Say as you think, and speak it from your souls, The uncivil kernes 9 of Ireland are in arms, Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were set

And temper clay with blood of Englishmen : To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,

To Ireland will you lead a band of men, As place duke Humphrey for the king's protector? Collected choicely, from each county some,

Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be sure of death. And try your hap against the Irishmen? Suf. Madam, 'tis true: And wer't not madness York. I will, my lord, so please bis majesty. then,

Suf. Why, our authority is his consent; To make the fox surveyor of the fold ?

And, what we do establish, he confirms : Who being accus'd a crafty murderer,

Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. His guilt should be but idly posted over,

York. I am content: Provide me soldiers, lords, Because his purpose is not executed.

Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. let him die, in that he is a fox,

Suf. A charge, lord York, that I will see perform d. By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock,

But now return we to the false duke Humphrey. Before his chaps be staind with crimson blood; Car. No more of him ; for I will deal with him, As Humphrey, prov'd by reasons, to my liege. That, henceforth, he shall trouble us no more. And do not stand on quillets how to slay him : And so break off ; the day is almost spent : Be it by gins, by snares, by subtilty,

Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event. Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,

York. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen day, So he be dead; for that is good deceit

At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
Which mates 5 him first, that first intends deceit. For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.

Q. Mar. Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke. Suf. I'll see it truly done, my lord of York.
Suf. Not resolute, except so much were done ;

(Exeunt all but Yokr. For things are often spoke, and seldom meant : York. Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue,

thoughts, Seeing the deed is meritorious,

And change misdoubt to resolution : And to preserve my sovereign from his foe, Be that thou hop'st to be; or what thou art Say but the word, and I will be his priest.

Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: Car. But I would have him dead, my lord of Suf- Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, folk,

And find no harbour in a royal heart. Ere you can take due orders for a priest :

Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on Say, you consent, and censure well the deed,

thought; And I'll provide his executioner,

And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. I tender so the safety of my liege.

My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, Suf. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing. Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. Q. Mar. And so say I.

Well, nobles, well, 'tis politickly done, York. And I: and now we three have spoke it, To send me packing with an host of men: It skills not greatly 6 who impugns our doom. I fear me, you but warm the starved snake,

Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting your hearts Enter a Messenger.

'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me: Mess. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain, I take it kindly; yet, be well assurd To signify — that rebels there are up,

You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands. And put the Englishmen unto the sword :

Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band, Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, I will stir up in England some black storm, Before the wound do grow incurable ;

And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage For, being green, there is great hope of help. Until the golden circuit on my head,

Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient 7 stop! Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams, What counsel give you in this weighty cause ? Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.' York. That Somerset be sent as regent thither :

And for a minister of my intent, 'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd ;

I have seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman,
Witness the fortune he hath had in France.

John Cade of Ashford,
Som. If York, with all his far-fet & policy, To make commotion, as full well he can,
Had been the regent there instead of me,

Under the title of John Mortimer.
He never would have staid in France so long. In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade

York. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done : Oppose himself against a troop of kernes;
I rather would have lost my life betimes,

And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts Than bring a burden of dishonour home,

Were almost like a sharp-quillid porcupine ; By staying there so long, till all were lost. And, in the end being rescu'd, I have seen him Show ine one scar character'd on thy skin : Caper upright like a wild Mórisco Men's flesh preserv'd so whole, do seldom win.

9 Irish foot-soldiers, light-armed. 5 Matches, 6 It is of no importance.

| A violent gust of wind. 7 Expeditionis. 8 Far-fetched.

2 A Moor in a morris dance,

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