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or dainty and such picking' grievances : In deeds dishonourable ? You have taken up, For he hath found, -to end one doubt by death, Under the counterfeited zeal of God, Revives two greater in the heirs of life.

The subjects of his substitute, my father ; And therefore will he wipe his tables2 clean; And, both against the peace of heaven and him, And keep no tell-lale to his memory,

Have here up-swarm'd them. That may repeat and history his loss


Good my lord of Lancaster, To new remembrance : For full well he knows, I am not here against your father's peace: He cannot so precisely weed this land,

But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, As his misdoubts present occasion :

The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, His foes are so enrooted with his friends,

Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, That, plucking to unfix an enemy,

To hold our safety up. I sent your grace He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.

The parcels and particulars of our gries; So that this land, like an offensive wile,

The which hath been with scorn shor'd from the That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes ;

court, As he is striking, holds his infant up,

Whercon this Hydra son of war is born: And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep That was preard to execution.

With grant of our most just and right desires; Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods And true obedience of this madness cur'd, On late offenders, that he now doth lack

Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. The very instruments of chastisement:

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes So that his power, like to a sangless lion,

To the last man. May offer, but not hold.

llast. And though we here fall down : Arch.

'Tis very true;- We have supplies to second our attempt ; And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, if they miscarry, theirs shall second them: If we do now make our atonement well,

And so, success of mischief shall be born ; Our peace will, like a broken limb united, And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Grow stronger for the breaking.

Whiles England shall have generation. Vowb.

Be it so.

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much Ilere is rcturn'd my lord of Westmoreland.

too shallow,

To sound the bottom of the after-times.
Re-enter Westmoreland.

West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them West. The prince is here at hand: Pleascth your directly, lordship,

How far forth you do like their articles ? To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? P. John. I like them all, and do allow them Mouob. Your grace of York, in god's name then well: set forward.

And swear here by the honour of my blood, Arch. Before, and greet his grace:-mv lord, My father's purposes have been mistook;

[Ereunt. And some about him have too lavishly

Wrested his meaning, and authority. SCENE II. Another part of the forest. Enter My lord, these griess shall be with speed redressid,

from one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hast. Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, ings, and others ; from the olher sizle, Prince Discharge your powers® unto their several counJohn of Lancaster, Westmoreland, officers, and

ties, allendants.

As we will oirs : and here, between the armies, P. John. You are well cncounter'd here, my That all their eves may bear those lokens home,

Let's drink together friendly, and embrace ; cousin Mowbray:Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;

Of our restored love, and amity. And so to you, lord Hastings, -and to all. - Arch. I take your princely word for these reMy lord of York, it better show'd with you,

dresses. When that your dock, assembled by the bell,

P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my Encircled you, lo hear with reverence

word : Your exposition on the holy text;

And thereupon I drink nnto your grace. Than now to see you here an iron man,'

Hast. Go, captain, [To an officer.) and deliver Checring a rout of rebels with your drum,

to the army Turning the word to sword, and life to death. This news of peace; let them have pay, and part; That inan, that sits within a monarch's heart,

I know, it will well please them: Hie thee, capo

tain. And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,

(Erit Officer, Would he abuse the countenance of the king, Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach,

West. I pledge your grace: And, if you kner Inshadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace,

what pains It is even so :-Who hath not heard it spoken, How deep you were within the books of God?

You would drink frecly: but my love to you To us, the speaker in his parliament;

Shall show itself more openly herealer. To us, the imagin'd voice of God himself;

Arch. I do not doubt you. The very opener, and intelligencer,


I am glad of it.Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,

Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray. And our dull workings :* 0, who shall believe,

Morob. You wish me health in very happy sea But you misuse the reverence of your place ;

son ; Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,

For I am, on the sudden, something ill. As a false favourite doth his prince's name,

Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry;

But heaviness foreruns the good event. (1) Piddling, insignificant. (2) Book for memorandums.

(5) Raised in arms. (6) Succession. (3) Clad in armour. (4) Labours of thought. (7) Approve.

(8) Forces,

we come.





West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden Cole. Are not you sir John Falstaff?

Ful. Ar good a man as he, sir, whoc'er 1 am. Serves to say thus, --Some good thing comes to- Do ye yield, sir ? or shall I sweat for you? If I do

sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. for thy death: therefore ronse up fear and tremMowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be bling, and do observance to my mercy. true.

(Shouts within. Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark, that thought, yield me. how they shout!

Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this Moob. This had been cheerful, after victory. belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; any other word but my name. An I had but a For then both parties nobly are subdued, belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most And neither party loser.

active fellow in Europe: My womb, my womb, P. John.

Go, my lord, my womb, undoes me.-Here comes our general. And, let our army be discharged 100.(Exit Westmoreland. Enler Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland,

and others. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains! March by us ; that we may peruse the men P. John. The heat is past, follow no further We should have cop'd withal. Arch.

Go, good lord Hastings, Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by:

(Erit West, [Erit Hastings. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while ? P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night When every thing is ended, then you come: together.

These tardý tricks of yours will, on my life,

One time or other brenk some gallows' back. Re-enler Westmoreland.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still ? hus; I never know yet, but rebuke and check was West. The leaders, having charge from you to the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, stand,

an arrow, or a bullet ? have I, in my poor and old Will not go off until they hear you speak. motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded P. John. They know their duties.

hither with the very extremest inch of possibility Re-enter Hastings.

I have foundered nine-score and odd posts: and

here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: immaculate valour, taken sir John Colevile of the Like youthsul steers2 unyok'd, they take their dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy:

But what of that? he saw me, and yielded ; that East, west, north, south ; or, like a school broke up, I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Each hurries toward his home, and sporting-place. Rome, – I came, saw, and overcame. West, Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your which

deserving: I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :

Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield And you, lord archbishop,—and you, lord Mowbray, him: and I beseech your grace, let it be booked of capital treason I attach you both.

with the rest of this day's deeds, or, by the Lorel, Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourablc ? I will have it in a particular ballad else, with miné West. Is your assembly so?

own picture on the top of it, Colevile kissing my virch. Will you thus break your faith? foot: To the which course if I be enforced, il' you P. John.

I pawn’d thee none : do not all show like gilt two-pences to me; and I, I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as much as Whereof you did complain; which, by minc honour, the full moon doth the cinders of the element, I will perform with a most Christian care. which show like pius' heads to her; belicve not the But, for you, rebels,-look to taste the due word of the noble: therefore let me have right, Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours. and let desert inount. Most shallowly dil you these arms cominence, P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. Fondly: brought here, and foolishly sent hence.- Fal. Let it shine then. Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray;

P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to-dav.- Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that Some guard these traitors to the block of death; inay do me good, and call it what you will. Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. P. John. Is thy name Colevile? (Ereunt. Cole.

It is, my lord.

P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. SCENE III. - Another part of the Forest.

Fa. And a famous true subject took him. Marums . Excursions. Eider Falstaff and Cole

Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters arc, vile, meeting.

That led me hither: hod they been ruled by me, Fal. What's your name, sir ? of what condition You should have won them dearer than you have. are you ; and of what place, I pray ?

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves : but Cole: 'I am a knight, sir ; and my name is— thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and Colevile of the dale.

I thank thee for thee. Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Cole

Re-enter Westmoreland. vile shall still be your name ;-a traitor your de- P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ? gree ; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. enough; so shall you still be Colevile of the dale. P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates, (1) Each army, (2) Young bullocks,

(3) Foolishly. (4) Cæsar,

To York, to present execution :

SCENE IV. - Westminster. A room in the Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. palace. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Princa

(Exeunt some with Colevile. Humphrey, Warwick, and others. And now despatch we toward the court, my K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give suc. lords;

cessful end I hear, the king my father is sore sick:

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, Our news shall go before us to his majesty, - We will our youth lead on to higher fields, Which, cousin, you shall bear, to comfort him; And draw no swords but what are sanctified. And we with sober speed will follow you. Our navy is address'd, our power collected,

Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to Our substitutes in absence well invested, go through Glostershire: and, when you come to And every thing lies level to our wish: court, stånd my good lord,' 'pray, in your good Only, we want a little personal strength; report,

And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot, P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I in my con- Come underneath the yoke of government. dition,

War. Both which, we doubt not but your Shall better speak of you than you deserve. (Exit.

majesty Fal. I would you had but the wil; 'twere bet- Shall soon enjoy. ler than your dúkedom.-Good faith, this same K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a Where is the prince your brother? man cannot make him laugh;-but that's no mar- P. lIumph. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, vel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these

at Windsor. demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth K. Hen. And how accompanied ? $0 over-cool their blood, and making many tish- P. Jumph.

I do not know, my lord. meals, thal they fall into a kind of male green-sick- K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Cla pess; and then, when they marry, they get wenches:

rence, with him? they are generally fools and cowards ;- which P. Humph. 'No, my good lord; he is in presence some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A

here. good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it: Cla. What would my lord and father? ii ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which en

Clarence. veron it: inakes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, How chance, thou art not with the prince thy full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which

brother? delivered o'er to the voice, (the tongue,) which is He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; i the birth, becomes excellent wit. The sccond pro- Thou hast a better place in his affection,

perty of your excellent sherris is,-the warming of Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy; the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the And noble oilices thou may'st effect liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusilla- of mediation, after I am dead, nimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, Between his greatness and thy' other brethren :and makes it course from the inwards to the parts Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his lore: extreme. Il illumineth the face; which, as a bea- Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, con, gives warning to all the rest of this little king. By seeming cold, or careless of his will. dom, man, to arm: and then the vital commoners, For he is gracious, it he be observ'd;' and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their cap- He hath a tear for pity, and a hand tain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with Open as day for melting charity: this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; valour comes of sherris : So that skill in the wea- As humorous as winter, and 18 sudden pon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a- As flaws congealed in the spring of day. work: and learning, a mere hoard of guld kept by His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd: a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth: valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit But, being moody, give him line and scope; of his father, he hath, like lcan, steril, and bare Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excel- Confound themselves with working. Learn this, lent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of Thomas, fertile sherris, that he is become very hot, and va- And thou shalt

prove a shelter to thy friends ; liant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in ; principle I would teach them, should be,- ,-to for- That the united vessels of their blood, swear thin potations, and addict themselves to Mingled with venom of suggestion, sack.

(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,) Enler Bardolph.

Shall never leak, though it do work as strong

As aconitum, or rash gunpowder. How now, Bardolph ?

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone. K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and

Thomas ? there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire : Cla. He is not there to-day; be dines in London, I have him already tempering between my finger K. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him.

tell that? Come away

(Exeunt. Cla. With Poins, and other his continual fola

lowers. (1) Stand my good friend.

K. Hen. Most subject is the lattest soil to weeds; In my present temper. (3) Inventive. (4) Brings it into action.

(6) Ready, prepared. 15) An allusion to the old use of sealing with (7) Has an attention shown him. sont wax

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And he, the noble image 61 my youth,

West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, 1overspread with them: Therefore iny grief

look up! Stretches itself beyond the hour of death

War. Be patient, princess you do know, these The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,

fits In forms imaginary, the unguided days,

Are with his highness very ordinary. And rotten times, that you shall look upon Stand from him, give him air ; he'll straight be well. When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs; For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, The incessant care and labour of his mind When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in, When means and lavish manners meet together, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. O, with what wings shall his affections fly

P. Humph. The people fear me ;' for they do Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

observe War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him Unfather'd heirs,' and loathly birds of nature : quite :

The seasons change their manners, as the years The prince but studies his companions,

Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them Like a strange tongue : wherein, to gain the language,

Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be'Tis needful, that the most immodest word

tween :6 Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, Your highness knows, comes to no further use, Say, it did so, a little time before But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. The prince will, in the perfectness of time,

War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. Cast off his followers : and their memory

P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his Shall, as a pattern or a measure, live,

end. By which his grace must mete the lives of others; K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hrn. 'Tis seldom, when the bce doth leave Into some other chamber; softly, 'pray.
her comb

[They convey the king into an inner part of In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmoreland ?

the room, and place him on a bed.

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ;
Enter Westmoreland.

Unless some dull' and favourable hand
West. Health to my sovereign! and new happi- Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

War. Call for the music into the other room. Added to that that I am to deliver !

K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand : Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, War. Less noise, less noise. Are brought to the correction of your law; There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath’d,

Enter Prince Henry. But peace puts forth her olive every where.

P. Jlen. Who saw the duke or Clarence ? The manner how this action hath been borne, Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. Here at more leisure may your highness read; P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and With every course, in his particular.'

none abroad! K. Hen. o Westmoreland, thou art a summer Ilow doth the king ? bird,

P. Humph. Exceeding ill. Which ever in the haunch of winter sings

P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet? The listing up of day. Look! here's more news. Tell it him.

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. Enter Ilarcourt.

P. Hen. If he be sick Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; With joy, he will recover without physic. And, when they stand against you, may they fall W'ar. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet As those that I am come to tell you of!

prince, speak low; The carl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, The king your father is dispos'd to sleep. With a great power of English, and of Scots, Cla, Let us withdraw into the other room. Arc by ihe sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: Wor. Will't please your grace to go along with The manner and true order of the fight,

us? This packet, please it you, contains at large. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news king.

(Exeunt all but P. Henry. make me sick ?

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Will Fortune never come with both hands full, Being so troublesome a bedfellow? But write her fair words still in foulest letters? O polish'd perturbation! golden care ! She either gives a stomach, and no food,- That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast, To many a watchful night-sleep with it now! And takes away the stomach, --such are the rich, Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

As he, whose brow, with homely bigginbound, I should rejoice now at this happy news; Snores out the watch of night. 'O majesty! And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :- When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit O me! come near me, now I am much ill. Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,

(Swoons. That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!

There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:

O my royal father! Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
(1) The detail contained in prince John's letter, (6) An historical fact, on October 12, 1411,
(2) Worked the wall, (3) Make me afraid, (7) Melancholy, soothing.
(5) As is the year,

(8) Gates, (9) Cap,

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Perforce must more.—My gracious lord! my fa. With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. ther!

K. Hen. But wherefore did he lake away the This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,

crown? That from this golden rigol' hath divorcu

Re-enler Prince Henry, So many English kings. Thy due, from me, Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood; Lo, where he comes.---Come hither to me, Harry :Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,

Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:

(E.re. Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Lords, &e. My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;

P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. Which, as immediate from thy place and blood, K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, lo ibat Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,

thought : (Putting it on his heail. I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's Dost thou so hunger for my emply chair, whole strength

That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Into one giant arm, it shall not force

Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth ! This lineal honour from me: This from thee Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Will I to mine leave, as 'tis len to me. (Exit. Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence ! Is held from falling with so weak a wind, Re-enter Warwick, and the rest.

That it will quickly drop: my day is diin.

Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours, Cla.

Doth the king call? Were thine without offence; and, at my death, War. What would your majesty? How lares Thou hast seald up my expectation :: your grace?

Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not, K. Heit. Why did you leave me here alone, my And thou wilt have me die assured of it. lords?

Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my licge, Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

To stab at half an hour of my life. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? let me see him :

Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself;
He is not here.

And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
War. This door is open; he is gone this way. That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
P. Humph. He came not through the chamber Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
where we stay'd.

Be drops of baim, to sanctify thy head: K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from Only compound me with forgotten dust; my pillow ?

Give that, which gave thee lite, unto the worms. War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it Pluck down myytlicers, break my decrees; here.

For now a time is come to mock at form, K. Hen. The prince hath ta’en it lience:-go, Harry the Fish is crown'd :-Up, vanity! seck him out.

Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Is he so hasły, that he doth suppose

And to the En lish court assemble now, My sleep my death ?--

Froin every region, apes of idleness! Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. Now, neighbour contines, purge you of your scum:

[Exit Warwick. Have you a rustian, that will swear, drink, dance, This part of his conjoins with my discase, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? arc!

Be happy, he will trouble you no more: How quickly nature falls into revolt,

England sha' double gild his treble guilt ; When gold becomes hier object!

England shail give him office, honour, might : For this the foolish over-careful fathers

For the fifth Hirry from curb'd license plucks Have broke their sleep with thoughts their brains The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog

Shall flesh his toi th in every innocent. Their bones with industry;

O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! For this they have engrossed and pil'd up, When that my care could not withhold thy riots, The cankerd heaps of strange-chieved gold; What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care ? For this they have been thoughtful to invest o, ihou wilt be a wilderness again, Their sons with arts, and martial exercises : Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants ! When, like the bee, iolling' from every flower P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my The virtuous sweets;


Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, The moist impediments unto my speech,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, I had forestail'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.- The course of it so far. There is your crown;

And He that wears the crown immortally,
Re-enter Warwick.

Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Now, where is he that will not stay so long Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Till his friend sicknees hath determin'do me? Let me no more from this obedience rise,
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next (Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit

Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending !
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; Heaven witness with me, when I here came in,
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, And found no course of breath within your majesty,
That tyranny, which never quali'd but blood, How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife 0, let me in my present wildness die;
(1) Circle, (2) Taking toll, (3) Accumulations! (4) Ended. (5) Confirmed my opinion,

with care,

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