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And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; Richm. Good-night, good captain Blunt! Come, God give us leisure for these rites of love! gentlemen,

Once more, adieu ! - Be valiant, and speed well! Let us consult upon to-morrow's business !

Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regiment! In to my tent, the air is raw and cold,

I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap; [They withdraw into the tent. Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, Enter, to his tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, Pat- When I should mount with wings of victory. CLIFF, and Catesby.

Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen! K, Rich. What is't o'clock?

(Exeunt Lords, etc. with Stanley. Case. It's supper-time, my lord;

O Thou! whose captain I account myself, It's nine o'clock.

Look on my forces with a gracious eye! K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, Give me some ink and paper!

That they may crush down with a heavy fall What, is my beaver easier, than it was?

The usurping helmets of our adversaries ! And all my armour laid into my tent?

Make us thy ministers of chastisement, Caie. It is, myliege ; and all things are in readiness. That we may praise thee in thy victory! K. Rich. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge! To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels ! Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes ; Nor. I go, my lord !

Sleeping, and waking, o defend me still! (Sleeps. K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Nor- The Ghost of Prince EDWARD, son to Henry folk!

the Sixth, rises between the two tenis. Nor. I warrant you, my lord!

(Exit. Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow! K. Rich. Ratclill,

[To king Richard. Rat, My lord ?

Think, how thon stab'dst me in my prime of youth
K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms

At Tewksbury! despair therefore, and die!
To Stanley's regiment! bid him bring his power Be cheerful, Richmond! for the wronged souls
Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf:
Into the blind cave of eternal night!

King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Fill me a bowl of wine! -Give me a watch !-

The Ghost of King Henny the Sixth rises.

(To Catesby. Ghost. When I was niortal, my anointed body
Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow!
Look, that my staves be sound, and not too heavy! By thee was pupched full of deadly holes.

Think on the Tower, and me! despair, and die!
Rat. My lord ?

Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die! -
K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northam- Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!

Rat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Harry, that prophecy'd, thou shouldst be king,
Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; live, and flourish!
Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

The Ghost of Clarence rises.
K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine ! Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. - I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
So, set it down!--Is ink and paper ready? Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death?
Rat. It is, my lord!

To morrow in tlie battle thiuk on me,
K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ! leave me! And fall thy edgeless sword! despair, and die!-
About the mid of night, come to my tent,

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
And help to arm me!-Leave me, I say!

(King Richard retires into his tent. The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee;

Exeunt Ratcliff and Catesby. Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and flourish! Richmoxd's tent opens, and discovers him and his The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and VAUGHAN, TISE. Officers, etc.

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
Sian. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and die!
Richm. All comfort,

that the dark night can afford, Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair Be to thy person, noble father-in-law? Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, Stan. by attorney, bless thee from thy mother, Let fall thy lance? Despair, and die! Who prays continually for Richmond's good : So much for that! -- The silent hours steal on, All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in Richard's And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

bosom In brief, for so the season bids os be,

Will conquer him;— awake, and win the day! Prepare thy battle early in the morning,

The Ghost of Hastings rises.
And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war!
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,) And in a bloody battle end thy days!
With best advantage will deceive the time, Think on lord Hastings, and despair, and die!
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:

Quiet, untroubled soul, awake, awake!
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest, being seen, thay brother, tender George, Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
Be executed in his father's sight.

The Ghosts of the two young Princes rise.
Farewell! The leisure and the fearfal time

Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins, smother'd in the Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

Tower! ind ample interchange of sweet discourse, Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,


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And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,
Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die.

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows ! Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy!

K, Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!

Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Live, and beget a happy race of kings!

Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee ilourish.

Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmoud. The Ghost of Queen Anne rises. Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me! wife,

To hear, if any mean to sh from me. That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

(Exeunt King Richard and Ratclif. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations: To-morrow in the battle think on me,

RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and Others. And fall thy edgeless sword; despair, and die! Lords. Good-morrow, Richmond ! Thou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep! Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen,

[To Richmond. That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Dream of success and happy victory!

Lords. How have you slept, my lord ? Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

dreams, Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to the crown; That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

[To King Richard. Have I, since your departure, had, my lords ! The last was I, that felt thy tyranny:

Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard mur0, in the battle think on Buckingham,

der'd, And die in terror of thy guiltiness !

Came to my tent, and cried : On! victory!
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death! I promise you, my heart is very jocund
Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath! In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid, How far into the morning is it, lords?

(To Richmond. Lords. Upon the stroke of four. But cheer thy heart, and be thon not dismay'd ! Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direcGod, and good angels fight on Richmond's side,


[He advances to the trvops. And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

More than I have said, loving countrymen, [The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts The leisure and enforcement of the time out of his dream.

Forbids to dwell on; yet remember this: K. Rich. Give me another horse ! — bind up my God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; wounds!

The prayers of holy saints, and wronged son's, Have mercy, Jesu! - Soft; I did but dream.- Like high-rear'd balwarks, stand before our faces; O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Richard except, those, whom we fight against, The lights burn blue. - It is now dead midnight. Had rather have us win, than him they follow, Cold fearful drops stand ou my trembling flesh. For what is he, they follow? truly, gentlemen, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; Richard loves Richard; that is, I am. I.

One rais’d in blood, and one in blood establish’d; Is there a murderer here? No; — Yes; I am: One that made means to come by what he hath, Then fly, — what, from myself? Great reason: Why? And slaughter'd those, that were the means to help Lest I revenge. What? myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore? for any good,

A base foul stone, made precious by the foil That I myself have done unto myself?

Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; 0, no: alas, I rather hate myself

One, that hath ever been God's enemy. For hateful deeds, committed by myself.

Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not.

God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers;
Fool, of thyself speak well!- fool, do not flatter! If you do sweat, to put a tyrant down,
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
And every tongue brings in a several tale,

If you do fight against your country's foes,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire; Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree,

If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Murder, stern murder, in the dir’st degree, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; All several sins, all us’d in each degree,

If you do free your children from the sworil,
Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty! guilty! Your children's children quit it in your age.
I shall despair. - There is no creature loves me; Then, in the name of God, and all these rights,
And, if I die, no soul will pity me; -

Advance your standards, draw your williug swords ! Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself For me, the ransom of


bold attempt Find in myself no pity to myself.

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face; Methought, the souls of all, that I had murder'd, But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt Come to my tent, and every one did threat The least of you shall share his part thereof. To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully! Enter RATCLIFF.

God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory! Rat. My lord,

(Exeunt. K. Rich. Who's there?

Re-enter King Richard, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Rat. Ratcliff, my lord,'tis I. The early village cock

forces. Hath twice done salutation to the morn;

K. Rich. What said Northumberland, as touching Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Richmond ? K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful Rut. That he was never trained up in arms. dream!

K. Rich. He said the truth: and what said SurWhat thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all true? Rat. No doubt, my lord !

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X. Rich. Ile was i'the right; and so, indeed, it is. Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;

(Clock strikes. Amaze the welkia with your broken staves! Tell the clock there.---Give me a calendar! Who saw the sun to-day?

Enter a Messenger.
Rat. Not I, my
lord !

What says lord Stanley ? will he bring his power?
K. Rich. Then he disdains to shine ; for, by the book, Mess. My lord, he doth deny to come.
He should have bray'd the east an hour ago : K. Rich. off instantly with his son George's head!
A black day will it be to somebody.--

Nor. My lord, the enemy is pass'd the marsh;

After the battle let George Stanley die! Rat. My lord?

K. Rich. A thousand hearts are great within my
K. Rich. The sun will not be seen to-day;

bosom :
The sky doth frown and low'r upon our army. Advance our standards, set upon onr foes!
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven, Upon them! Victory sits on our helins! (Exeunt.
That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

SCENE IV. - Another part of the field.
Nor. Arm, arm, my lord! the foe vaunts in the field! Alarum: Excursions. Enter NORFOLK and forces;
K. Rich. Come, bustle, bustle! – Caparison my

to him CATESBY. horse!

Cate. Rescue, my lord of Norfolk, rescue, resene!
Call up ford Stanley, bid him bring bis power! The king enacts more wonders, than a man,
I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, Daring an opposite to cvery danger;
And thus my battle shall be ordered.

His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
My foreward shall be drawn ont all in length, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.
Consisting equally of horse and foot ;

Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!
Our archers shall be placed in the midst :
John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey,

Alarum. Enter King Richard.
Shall have the leading of this foot and horse. K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
They thus directed, we ourself will follow

Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse.
In the main battle; whose puissance on either side K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. And I will stand the hazard of the die.
This, and Saint George to boot !-What think’st thou I think, there be sis Richmonds in the field;

Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: -
Nor. A good direction, warlike sovereign!-- A horse! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! (Ereunt,
This found I on my tent this morning.

Alarums. Enter King Richard and Richmond;
(Giving a scroll.

exeunt, fighting. Retreat, und flourish. Then enter K. Rich. Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, (Reads. RichaOND, Srašler, bearing the crown, with divers

For Dickon thy master is bought and sold. other Lords, and forces. A thing devised by the enemy!-

Richm. Gud, and your arms, be prais’d, victorious Go, gentlemen, every man unto luis charge!

friends! Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls! The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Conscience is but a word that cowards use,

Stan. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit D vis’d at first to keep the strong in awe!

Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law! Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty,
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell! From the dead temples of this bloody wretch
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell!

Have ) pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal;
What sliall I say more than I have inferr'd ? Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it!
Remember, whom you are to cope withal !.

Richm. Great God of heaven, say, Amen, to all! A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, But, tell me first, is young George Stanley living? A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants, Stan. He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town; Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth Whither, if it please you, we may now withdrawas, To desperate ventures and assur'd destruction. Richm. What men of name are slain ou either side? You, sleeping safe, they bring you to uurest; Stan. John duke of Norfolk, Walter ford Ferrers, You, having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and sir William Brandon. They would restrain the one, distain the other. Richm. Inter their bodies, as becomes their births ! And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, Long kept iu Bretagne at our mother's cost ? That in submission will return to us; A milk-sop; one, that never in his life

And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament,
Felt so much cold, as over shoes in snow?

We will unite the white rose with the red! -
Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again! Smile heaven unto this fair conjunction,
Lash hence these over-weening rags of France, That long hath frown'd upon their enmity! -
Tliese famish'd beggars, weary of their lives; What traitor hears me, and says not, - Amen?
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself;
For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves! The brother blindly shed the brother's blood,
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,

The father rashly slaughter'd his own son,
And not these bastard Bretagnes! whom our fathers The son, compeli'd, been butcher to the sire;
Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d, All this divided York and Lancaster,
And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Divided, in their dire division,
Shall these enjoy our lands ? lie with our wives? 0, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth,
Ravish our daughters ?-- Hark, I hear their drum! The true succeeders of cach royal house,

[Drum afar off. By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomeu? And let their heirs, (God, if thy will be so.) Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Eurich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,

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With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days ! Let them not live to taste this land's increase, Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,

That would with treason wound this fair laod's peace! That would reduce these bloody days again, Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again; And make poor England weep in streams of blood! That she may long live here, God say Amen! (Exeunt.



Persons of the dra m a. King Henry the Eighth.

Garter, King at Arms, Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal CAMPEIUS.

Surveyor to the duke of Buchingham. Capucius, ambassador from the emperor, Charles V. BRANDON, and a Sergeant at Arms. RANMER, archbishop of Canterbury:

Door-keeper of the council-chamber. Porter, and Duke of NORFOLK. ` Duke of BUCKINGHAN.

his Man. Duke of SUFFOLK. Earl of SunREY.

Page to Gardiner. A Crier. Lord chamberlain. Lord Chancellor.

Queen Catharine, wife to king Henry, afterwards GARDINER, bishop of Winchester.

divorced. Bishop of Lincolx. Lord Abergavenny Lord Sands. Anse Bullen, her maid of honour, afterwards queen. Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Sir Thomas LOVELL. An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen. Sir Anthony Denny, Sir NICHOLAS Vaux.

Patience, woman to queon Catharine. Secretaries to Wolsey.

Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; WoCromwell, servant to Wolsey.

men attending upon the Queen; Spirits, which

i apGRIFFITH, gentleman-usher to queen

Catharine. pear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and Three other Gentlemen.

other Attendants. Doctor Butts, physician to the king.


chiefly in London and Westminster; once, at Kimbolton.



Аст III. I come no more to make you laugh; things now, Enter the duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the

SCENE I.–London. An antechamber in the palace. That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, other the duke of Buckingham, and the Lord ABERSuch poble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here

Buck. Good morrow,and well met!How have you done, May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;

Since last we saw in France ? The subject' will deserve it. Such, as give

Nor. I thank your grace, Their money out of hope they may believe,

Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer

Of what I saw there.
May here find truth too. Those, that come to see
Only a show or two, and so agree,

Buck. An untimely ague
The play may pass; if they be still and willing, Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
I'll undertake, may see away their shilling

Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,

Met in the vale of Arde.
Richly in two short hours. Only they,
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play,

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
A noise of targets, or to see a fellow

I was then present, saw them salute on horseback ; In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow,

Beheld them, when they lighted, how they cluug Will be deceiv'd : for, gentle hearers, know,

In their embracement, as they grew together; To rank oor chosen truth with such a show

Which had they, what fuur throu'd ones could have As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting

weigh'd Our own brains, and the opinion, that we bring,

Such a compounded one? To make that only true, we now iutend,

Buck. All the whole time Will leave us never an understanding friend.

I was my chamber's prisoner. Therefore, for goodness' sake, and as you are

Nor. Then you lost known

The view of earthly glory. Men might say, The first and happiest hearers of the town,

Till this time pomp was single, but now married Be sad, as we would make ye! Think, ye see

l'o one above itself. Each following day The very persons of our noble story,

Became the next day's master, till the last As they were living! think, you see them great,

Made former wonders it's. To-day the French, And follow'd with the general throng, and sweat

All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see,

Shone down the English ; and, to-morrow they How soon this mightiness meets misery!

Made Britain India : every man, that stood, And, if you can be merry then, I'll say,

Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
A man may weep upon his wedding day,

As cherubinis, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour

Was to them as a painting: now this mask

Buck. Every man, Was cry'd incomparable, and the ensuing night After the hideous storm, that follow'd, was Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, A thing inspir'd, and, not consulting, broke Equal in lastre, were now best, now worst,

Into a general prophecy: that this tempest, As presence did present them; him in eye, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded Still him in praise, and, being present both, The sudden breach on't. "Twas said, they saw but one, and no discerner Nor. Which is budded out; Darst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds challeng'a Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. The noble spirits to arms, they did perform

Aber. Is it therefore, Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, The ambassador is silenc'd? Being now scen possible enough, got credit,

Nor, Marry, is't. That Bevis was believ'd.

Aber. A proper title of a peace; and parchas'd Buck. O, you go far.

At a superfluous rate! Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect

Buck. Why, all this business In honour honesty, the tract of every thing Our reverend cardinal carried. Would by a good discourser lose some life,

Nor. 'Like it your grace, Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal; The state takes notice of the private difference To the disposing of it nought rebellid,

Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, Order gave each thing view; the office did (And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you Distinctly his fall function.

Honour and plenteous safety!) that you read Buck. Who did guide,

The cardinal's malice and his potency I mean, who set the body and the limbs

Together : to consider further, that of this great sport together, as you guess? What his high hatred would effect, wants not Nor. One, certes, that promises no element A minister in his power: you know his nature, In such a business.

That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword Buck. I pray you, who, my lord ?

Hath a sharp edge; it's long, and, it may be said, Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion It reaches far, and where 'twill pot extend, of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock, From his ambitious finger. What had he

That I advise your shanning, To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder, Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before him) That such a keech can with his very bulk

certuin of the Guard, and iwo Secretaries with paTake up the rays o' the beneficial sun,

pers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye And keep it from the earth.

on Buckingham, and Bucking an on him, buche Nor. Surely, sir,

full of disdain.
There's in him stuff, that pats him to these ends : Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ba?
For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Where's his examination?
Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon 1 Secr. Here, so please you.

1 For high feats done to the crown, neither allied Wol. Is he in person ready?

1 To eminent assistants, but, spider-like,

1 Secr. Ay, please your grace. Ont of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, Wol. Well, we shall then know more,

and Backing

1 The force of his own merit makes his way;


} A gift, that heaven gives for him, which buys Shall lessen this big look. A place next to the king.

(Exeunt Wolsey and train. Åber. I cannot tell,

Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd and! 1
What heaven hath given him ; let some graver eye Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best
Pierce into that! but I can see his pride

Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book
Peep throagh each part of him. Whence has he that? Out-worths a noble's blood.
If not from hell, the devil is a niggard,

Nor. What, are you chaf*d?
Or has given all before, and he begins

Ask God for temperance! that's the appliance only, A new hell in himself.

Which your disease requires.
Buck. Why the devil,

Buck. I read in his looks
Upon this French going out, took he npon him, Matter against me, and his eye revild
Without the privity o' the king, to appoint Me, as his abject object : at this instant
Who should attend on him ? He makes up the file He bores me with some trick: he's gone to the king,
of all the gentry; for the most part such

I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Too, whom as great a charge, as little honour Nor. Stay, my lord!
He meant to lay upon; and his own letter, And let your reason with your choler question
The honourable board of council out,

What 'tis, you go about. To climb steep hills
Must fetch him, in the papers.

Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like Aber. I do know

A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Kinsmen of miue, three at the least, that have Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England By this so sickened their estates, that never Can advise me like you: be to yourself. They shall abound, as formerly.

As you would to your friend !
Buck. O, many

Buck, I'll to the king,
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them and from a mouth of hononr quite cry dowa
For this great journey. What did this ranity, This spswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim,
But minister communication of

There's difference in no persons.
A most poor issue?

Nor. Be advis'd! Nor. Grievingly I think,

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot, The peace between the French and us pot values That it do singe yourself! We may outron, The cost, that did conclude it.

By violent swiftness, that which we ruo ah

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