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[Enter LORD BARDOLPH]
LORD BARDOLPH
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Who keeps the gate | here ho?
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Where | is the
earl?
PORTER
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What shall | I say | you are?
LORD BARDOLPH
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Tell thou | the earl
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That the / Lord Bar|dolph doth | attend | him
here.
PORTER
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His lord|ship is / walked forth | into the |
orchard,
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Please it | your hon|or, knock | but at | the
gate,
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And he | himself | will ans|wer.
[Enter NORTHUMBERLAND]
LORD BARDOLPH
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Here comes | the earl.
[Exit Porter]
NORTHUMBERLAND
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What news | Lord^Bar|dolph*? ev|ery min|ute now
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Should be | the fath|er of / some strat|agem;
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The times | are wild:| conten|tion (like | a
horse
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Full of high feed|ing) mad|ly hath / broke loose,
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And bears | down all before | him.
LORD BARDOLPH
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nob|le earl,
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I bring | you cert|ain news | from Shrews|bury.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Good, and | heaven will*. ??
LORD BARDOLPH
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As good | as heart | can wish:
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The king | is al|most wound|ed to | the death:
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And in | the for|tune of | my lord | your son,
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Prince^Har|ry slain | outright:| and both | the
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Killed by the | hand of | Douglas.| young Prince
John,
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And West|moreland,| and Staf|ford, fled | the
field.
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And Har|ry Mon|mouth's brawn |(the hulk | Sir
John)
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Is pris|oner to | your son.| O, such a day,
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(So fought,| so fol|lowed, and | so fair|ly won)
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Came^not,| till now,| to dig|nify | the times
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Since^Cae|sar's for|tunes.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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How | is this | derived?
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Saw you | the field?| Came you | from
Shrews|bury?
LORD BARDOLPH
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I spake | with one |(my lord)| that came | from
thence,
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A gent|leman / well bred,| and of / good name,
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That free|ly rend|ered me | these^news | for
true.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Here* comes | my serv|ant Trav|ers, whom | I sent
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On Tues|day last,| to list|en aft|er news.
[Enter TRAVERS]
LORD BARDOLPH
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My lord,| I ov|er-rode | him on | the way,
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And he | is furn|ished with / no cert|ainties,
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More than | he (hap|ly) may | retail | from me.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Now* Trav|ers, what | good^tid|ings comes | from
you?
TRAVERS
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My lord,| Sir John | Umfrev|ile turned | me back
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With joy|ful tid|ings; and |(being bet|ter
horsed)
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Out-rode | me. aft|er him,| came spur|ring head
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A gent|leman |(almost | forspent | with speed)
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That stopped | by* me,| to breathe | his blood|ied
horse.
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He asked | the way | to Chest|er: and | of him
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I did | demand | what news | from Shrews|bury:
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He told | me, that re|bellion | had ill luck,
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And that / young Har|ry Per|cy's spur | was cold.
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With that | he gave | his ab|le horse | the head,
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And bend|ing for|wards struck | his ab|le heels
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Against | the pant|ing sides | of his / poor jade
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Up to | the row|el-head,| and start|ing so,
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He seemed | in run|ning, to | devour | the way,
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Staying | no long|er ques|tion.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Ha?| Again:
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Said he | young^Har|ry Per|cy's spur | was cold?
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(Of Hot|spur, Cold|spur?) that re|bellion,
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Had met ill luck?
LORD BARDOLPH
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My lord:| I'll tell | you what,
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If my | young^lord | your son,| have not | the
day,
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Upon | mine hon|or, for | a silk|en point
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I'll give | my bar|ony.| Never | talk of it.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Why should the | gentleman | that rode | by
Trav|ers
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Give || then such inst|ances | of loss?
LORD BARDOLPH
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Who*, he?
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He was | some hil|ding fel|low, that | had
stolen
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The horse | he rode | on: and | upon | my life
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Speak at | advent|ure. Look,| here comes | more
news.
[Enter MORTON]
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Yea, this^|man's brow, like | to a /
title-leaf,
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Foretells | the na|ture of a | tragic | volume:
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So looks | the strand,| whereon | the imper|ious
flood
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Hath left | a wit|nessed us|urpa|tion.
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Say* Mort|on, didst | thou come | from
Shrews|bury?
MORTON
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I ran | from Shrews|bury |(my nob|le lord)
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Where hate|ful death | put on | his ug|liest mask
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To fright | our part|y.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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How doth | my son,| and broth||er?
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Thou | tremblst;| and the white|ness in | thy
cheek
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Is apt|er than | thy tongue,| to tell | thy
errand.
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Even such a man,| so faint,| so
spir|itless,
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So dull,| so dead | in look,| so woe-|begone,
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Drew* Pri|am's curt|ain, in | the dead | of night,
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And would | have told | him, half | his Troy |
was burned.
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But Pri|am found | the fire,| ere he | his
tongue:
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And I,| my Per|cy's death,| ere thou re|portst
it.
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This, thou | wouldst say:| Your son | did thus,|
and thus:
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Your broth|er, thus.| So fought | the noble
| Douglas,
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Stop|ping my gree|dy ear,| with their / bold
deeds.
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But in | the end |(to stop | mine^ear | indeed)
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Thou hast | a sigh,| to blow | away | this
praise,
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Ending | with Broth|er, son,| and all | are dead.
MORTON
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Douglas | is liv|ing, and | your broth|er, yet:
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But for | my lord,| your son.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Why he | is dead.
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See what | a rea|dy tongue | suspi|cion hath:
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He that | but fears | the thing,| he would | not
know,
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Hath by | instinct, know|ledge from oth|ers'
eyes,
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That what | he feared,| is chanced.| Yet speak
|(Morton)
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Tell thou | thy earl,| his div|ina|tion lies,
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And I | will take | it, as | a sweet | disgrace,
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And make | thee rich,| for do|ing me / such
wrong.
MORTON
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You are too*| great, to | be |(by | me) gainsaid:
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Your spirit | is too | true, your | fears too*|
certain.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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Yet for | all^this,| say not | that Per|cy's
dead.
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I see | a strange | confes|sion in | thine^eye:
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Thou shakst | thy head,| and holdst | it fear,|
or sin,
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To speak | a truth.| If he be | slain, say so:
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The tongue | offends | not, that | reports | his
death:
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And he | doth sin | that doth | belie | the dead:
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Not^he,| which says | the dead | is not | alive:
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Yet the / first bring|er of / unwel|come news
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Hath but | a los|ing of|fice: and | his tongue,
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Sounds^ev|er aft|er as | a sul|len bell
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Remem|bered, knol|ling a | depart|ing friend.
LORD BARDOLPH
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I can|not think |(my lord)| your son | is dead.
MORTON
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I am sor|ry, I | should force | you to | believe
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That, which | I would | to heaven,| I had | not
seen.
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But these | mine eyes,| saw him | in bloo|dy
state,
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Rendering | faint quittance (wear|ied, and /
out-breathed) ??
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To Har|ry Mon|mouth, whose^/swift wrath |
beat^down
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The nev|er-daunt|ed Per|cy to | the earth,
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From whence |(with life)| he nev|er more |
sprung^up.
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In few;| his death,| (whose spir|it lent | a
fire,
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Even | to the dul|lest peas|ant in | his camp)
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Being bruit|ed once,| took fire and heat | away
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From the / best-temp|ered cour|age in | his
troops.
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For from | his met|tle, was | his part|y steeled;
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Which once,| in him | abat|ed, all | the rest
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Turned on | themselves,| like dull | and hea|vy
lead:
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And as | the thing,| that's hea|vy in | itself,
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Upon | enforce|ment, flies | with great|est
speed,
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So did | our men,| heavy in | Hotspur's loss,
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Lend to this | weight, such light|ness with |
their fear,
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That ar|rows fled | not* swif|ter toward | their
aim,
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Than did | our sol|diers (aim|ing at | their
safe||ty)
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Fly | from the field.| Then was the | noble |
Worcester
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Too soon tane | prisoner:| and that fur|ious
Scot,
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(The bloo|dy Doug|las, whose / well-lab|oring
sword
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Had three times slain | the appear|ance of | the
king,
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'Gan vail | his stom|ach, and | did grace | the
shame
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Of those | that turned | their backs:| and in |
his flight,
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Stumbling | in fear,| was took.| The sum | of
all,
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Is, that | the king | hath won:| and hath | sent
out
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A spee|dy power,| to encount|er you | my lord,
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Under | the con|duct of young Lan|caster
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And West|moreland.| This is | the news | at full.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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For this,| I shall | have time | enough | to
mourn.
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In pois|on, there | is phy|sic: and / this news
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(Having | been well)| that would | have made | me
sick,
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Being sick,| have in some meas|ure, made | me
well.
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And as | the wretch,| whose fev|er-weak|ened
joints,
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Like* strength|less hing|es, buck|le und|er life,
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Impa|tient of | his fit,| breaks like a fire
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Out of | his kee|per's arms:| even so,| my limbs
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(Weakened | with grief)| being now | enraged |
with grief,
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Are thrice | themselves.| Hence there/fore thou |
nice^crutch.
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A sca|ly gaunt|let now,| with joints | of steel
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Must glove | this hand.| And hence | thou sick|ly
quoif,
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Thou art | a guard | too* want|on for | the head,
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Which prin|ces, fleshed | with con|quest, aim to
hit.
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Now* bind | my brows | with ir|on, and | approach
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The rag|gedst hour,| that time | and spite dare
bring
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To frown | upon | the enraged | Northum|berland.
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Let* heaven | kiss^earth:| now let | not^Na|ture's hand
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Keep the wild flood | confined:| let^ord|er die,
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And let | this world | no long|er be | a stage
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To feed | conten|tion in | a ling|ering act:
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But let | one spirit / of the | first-born Cain
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Reign in all bos|oms, that / each heart | being
set
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On bloo|dy cours|es, the / rude scene | may end,
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And dark|ness be | the bur|ier of | the dead.
TRAVERS
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This strain|ed pas|sion doth | you wrong,| my
lord.
LORD BARDOLPH
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Sweet^earl,| divorce | not wis/dom from your |
honor.
MORTON
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The lives | of all | your lov|ing comp|lices
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Lean on | your health,| the which | if you |
give^ore
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To stor|my pas|sion, must | perforce | decay.
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You cast | the event | of war |(my nob|le lord)
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And summed | the account | of chance,| before |
you said
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Let us | make head: It | was your pre|surmise,
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That in | the dole | of blows,| your son |
might^drop:
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You knew | he walked | ore per|ils, on | an edge
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More* like|ly to / fall in,| than to / get ore:
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You were | advised | his flesh | was cap|able
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Of wounds,| and scars;| and that | his for|ward
spirit
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Would lift | him, where | most trade of dang|er
ranged,
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Yet did | you say | go forth:| and none | of this
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(Though strong|ly ap|prehend|ed) could | restrain
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The stiff-borne ac|tion: what | hath then |
befallen?
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Or what | hath this bold | enter|prise brought
forth,
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More than | that be|ing, which | was like | to
be?
LORD BARDOLPH
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We all | that are | engag|ed to | this loss,
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Knew that | we vent|ured on / such dang|erous
seas,
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That if | we wrought | our life,| 'twas ten | to
one:
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And yet | we vent|ured for | the gain | proposed,
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Choked the | respect | of like|ly per|il feared,
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And since | we are / oreset,| venture | again.
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Come, we will | all put forth;| body,| and goods.
MORTON
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'Tis more | than time:| and (my | most^nob|le
lord)
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I hear | for cert|ain, and | do speak | the
truth:
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The gent|le Arch|bishop | of York | is up
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With well-|appoint|ed powers:| he is | a man
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Who with a | double | surety | binds his |
followers.
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My lord | your son | had on|ly but | the corpse,
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But shad|ows, and | the shows | of men | to
fight.
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For that / same word |(rebel|lion) did | divide
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The ac|tion of | their bod|ies, from | their
souls,
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And they | did fight | with queas|iness,|
constrained
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As men | drink po/tions; that | their weap|ons
on||ly
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Seemed | on our side:| but for | their spirits |
and souls,
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This word |(rebel|lion) it | had froze | them up,
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As fish | are in | a pond.| But now | the
bish||op
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Turns | insur|rection | to re|ligion,
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Supposed | sincere,| and ho|ly in | his thoughts:
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He's fol|lowed both | with bo|dy, and | with
mind:
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And doth | enlarge | his ris|ing, with | the
blood
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Of^fair King Rich|ard, scraped | from Pom|fret
stones,
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Derives | from heaven,| his quar|rel, and | his
cause:
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Tells them,| he doth | bestride | a bleed|ing
land,
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Gasping | for life,| under / great Bol|ingbroke,
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And more,| and less,| do flock | to fol|low him.
NORTHUMBERLAND
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I knew | of this | before.| But to speak truth,
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This pres|ent grief | had wiped | it from | my
mind.
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Go in | with me,| and couns|el ev|ery man
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The apt|est way | for safe|ty, and | revenge:
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Get posts, and let|ters, and / make friends |
with speed,
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Never so | few, and | never | yet more need.
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