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KING PHILIP'S tent.
[Enter KING PHILIP, LEWIS, CARDINAL PANDULPH, and Attendants]
KING PHILIP
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So by | a roar|ing temp|est on | the flood,
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A whole | arma|do of | convict|ed sail
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Is scat|tered and | disjoined | from fel|lowship.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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Courage | and com|fort, all | shall yet | go
well.
KING PHILIP
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What can | go well,| when we | have run | so ill?
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Are we | not beat|en? Is | not An/giers lost?
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Arthur tane*| prisoner?| Divers | dear friends
slain?
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And bloo|dy Eng|land in|to Eng|land gone,
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Orebear|ing int|errup|tion spite | of France?
LEWIS
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What he | hath won,| that hath | he fort|ified:
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So hot | a speed,| with such | advice | disposed,
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Such temp|erate ord|er in / so fierce | a cause,
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Doth^want | examp|le: who | hath read,| or heard
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Of an|y kind|red ac|tion like | to this?
KING PHILIP
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Well could | I bear | that Eng|land had | this
praise,
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So we | could find | some pat|tern of | our
shame:
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Look who | comes here?| A grave | unto | a soul,
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Holding | the etern|al spirit | against | her
will,
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In the / vile pris|on of | afflict|ed breath:
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I prith|ee la|dy go | away | with me.
CONSTANCE
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Lo; now: now | see the | issue | of your peace.
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Patience | good* la|dy, com|fort gentle |
Constance.
CONSTANCE
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No, I | defy | all^couns|el, all | redress,
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But that | which ends | all couns|el, true |
redress:
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Death, death, O | amia|ble, love|ly death,
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Thou od|orif|erous stench:| sound rot/tenness.
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Arise | forth from | the couch | of last|ing
night,
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Thou hate | and ter|ror to | prosper|ity,
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And I | will kiss | thy de|testab|le bones,
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And put | my eye|balls in | thy vaul|ty brows,
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And ring | these fing/ers with thy | household
worms,
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And stop | this gap | of breath | with ful|some
dust,
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And be | a car|rion monst|er like | thyself;
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Come, grin on | me, and I | will think | thou
smilst,
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And buss | thee as | thy wife:| Mise|ry's love,
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O come | to me.
KING PHILIP
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O fair | afflic|tion, peace.
CONSTANCE
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No, no,/ I will | not, hav|ing breath | to cry:
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O that | my tongue / were in | the thund|er's
mouth,
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Then with | a pas|sion would | I shake | the
world,
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And rouse | from sleep | that fell | anat|omy
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Which can|not hear | a la|dy's feeb|le voice,
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Which scorns | a mod|ern in|voca|tion.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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Lady,| you utter | madness,| and not |
sorrow.
CONSTANCE
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Thou art | not ho/ly to | belie | me so,
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I am / not mad:| this hair | I tear | is mine,
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My name | is Const|ance, I | was Geof|frey's
wife,
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Young^Arth|ur is | my son,| and he | is lost:
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I am / not mad,| I would | to heaven | I were,
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For then |'tis like | I should | forget | myself:
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O, if | I could,| what grief | should I | forget?
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Preach some | philos|ophy | to make | me mad,
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And thou | shalt be | cano|nized (card/inal).
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For, being | not^mad,| but sens|ible | of grief,
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My reas|ona|ble part | produ|ces reason
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How I | may be | deliv|ered of | these woes,
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And teach|es me | to kill | or hang | myself:
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If I | were mad,| I should | forget | my son,
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Or mad|ly think | a babe | of clouts | were he:
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I am / not mad:| too well,| too well | I feel
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The dif|ferent plague | of each | calam|ity.
KING PHILIP
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Bind^up | those^tres|ses: O | what love | I note
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In the / fair mult|itude | of those | her hairs:
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Where* but | by chance | a silv|er drop | hath
fallen,
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Even | to that drop | ten* thous|and wi|ry fiends
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Do glue | themselves | in so|cia|ble grief,
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Like true, insep|ara|ble, faith|ful loves,
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Sticking | togeth|er in | calam|ity.
CONSTANCE
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To Eng|land, if | you will.
KING PHILIP
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Bind^up | your hairs.
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Yes that | I will:| and where|fore will | I do
it?
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I tore | them from | their bonds,| and cried |
aloud,
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O, that | these hands | could so | redeem | my
son,
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As they | have given | these hairs | their
lib|erty:
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But now | I en|vy at | their lib|erty,
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And will | again | commit | them to | their
bonds,
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Because | my poor | child is | a pris|oner.
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And fath|er card|inal, I | have heard | you say
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That we | shall see | and know | our friends | in
heaven:
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If that | be true,| I shall see | my boy | again;
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For since | the birth | of Cain,| the first male
child
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To him | that did | but yest|erday | suspire,
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There was | not such^|a gra|cious creat|ure born:
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But now | will cank|er-sor|row eat | my bud,
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And chase | the nat|ive beaut|y from | his cheek,
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And he | will look | as hol|low as | a ghost,
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As dim | and meag|er as | an ag|ue's fit,
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And so | he'll die:| and ris|ing so | again,
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When I | shall meet | him in | the court | of
heaven
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I shall | not know | him: there|fore never,|
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Must I | behold | my pret|ty Arth|ur more.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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You hold | too hein/ous a | respect | of grief.
CONSTANCE
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He talks | to me | that nev|er had | a son.
KING PHILIP
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You are | as fond | of grief,| as of | your
child.
CONSTANCE
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Grief fills the room | up of | my ab|sent child:
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Lies in | his bed,| walks^up | and down | with
me,
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Puts^on | his pret|ty looks,| repeats | his
words,
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Remem|bers me | of all | his gra|cious parts,
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Stuffs out his vac|ant gar|ments with | his
form;
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Then, have | I reas|on to | be fond | of grief?
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Fare you | well: had | you such a loss | as I,
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I could | give^bet|ter com|fort than / you do.
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I will | not keep | this form | upon | my head,
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When there | is such | disord|er in | my wit:
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O Lord,| my boy,| my Arth|ur, my / fair son,
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My life,| my joy,| my food,| my all | the world:
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My wid|ow-com|fort, and | my sor|rows' cure.
[Exit]
KING PHILIP
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I fear | some out|rage, and | I'll fol|low her.
[Exit]
LEWIS
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There's noth|ing in | this world | can make | me
joy,
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Life is as | tedi|ous as a | twice-told tale,
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Vexing | the dull | ear of | a drow|sy man;
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And bitter | shame hath | spoiled the | sweet
world's taste,
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That it / yields nought | but shame | and
bit|terness.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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Before | the cur|ing of | a strong | disease,
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Even in | the inst|ant of | repair | and health,
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The fit | is strong|est: ev|ils that / take leave
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On their de|parture,| most of | all show evil:
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What have | you lost | by los|ing of | this day?
LEWIS
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All days | of glo|ry, joy | and hap|piness.
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If you | had won it,| certainly^|you had.
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No,|| no: when | Fortune | means to | men most
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She looks | upon | them with | a threat|ening
eye.
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'Tis strange | to think | how much | King^John |
hath lost
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In this | which he | accounts | so clear|ly won:
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Are not | you grieved | that Arth|ur is | his
pris|oner?
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As heart|ily | as he | is glad | he hath | him.
(hex with prev)
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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Your mind | is all | as youth|ful as | your
blood.
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Now hear | me speak | with a | prophet|ic spirit:
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For even | the breath | of what | I mean | to
speak,
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Shall blow | each dust,| each straw,| each
lit|tle rub
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Out of | the path | which^shall | direct|ly lead
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Thy foot | to Eng|land's throne.| And there|fore
mark:
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John hath | seized Arth/ur, and | it can|not be,
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That whiles | warm life plays | in that in|fant's
veins,
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The misplaced John | should ent|ertain | an
hour,
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One minute, nay | one quiet breath | of rest.
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A scep|ter snatched | with an / unru|ly hand,
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Must be | as boist|erously | maintained | as
gained.
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And he | that stands | upon | a slip|pery place,
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Makes^nice | of no vile hold | to stay | him up:
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That John | may stand,| then Arth|ur needs | must
fall,
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So be | it, for | it can|not be | but so.
LEWIS
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But what | shall I | gain by | young^Arth|ur's
fall?
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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You, in | the right | of La|dy Blanch | your
wife,
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May then | make^all | the claim | that Arth|ur
did.
LEWIS
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And lose | it, life | and all,| as Arth|ur did.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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How green | you are,| and fresh | in this / old
world?
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John lays you | plots: the | times con|spire with
you,
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For he | that steeps | his safe|ty in / true
blood,
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Shall find | but bloo|dy safe|ty, and / untrue.
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This act | so ev|illy born | shall cool | the
hearts
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Of all | his peop|le, and / freeze up | their
zeal,
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That none | so small | advant|age shall / step
forth
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To check | his reign,| but they | will cher|ish
it.
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No na|tural ex|hala|tion in | the sky,
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No scope | of na|ture, no | distemp|ered day,
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No com|mon wind,| no cust|omed | event,
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But they | will pluck | away | his na|tural
cause,
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And call | them met|eors, prod|igies,| and signs,
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Abort|ives, pre|sages,| and tongues | of heaven,
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Plainly | denoun|cing venge|ance u/pon John.
LEWIS
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Maybe | he will / not touch | young^Arth|ur's
life,
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But hold | himself | safe in | his pris|onment.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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O sir,| when he | shall hear | of your |
approach,
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If that | young^Arth|ur be not | gone al|ready,
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Even at | that news | he dies:| and then | the
hearts
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Of all | his peo|ple shall | revolt | from him,
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And kiss | the lips | of un|acquaint|ed change,
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And pick | strong mat/ter of | revolt,| and wrath
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Out of | the bloo|dy fing|ers' ends | of John.
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Methinks | I see | this hur|ly all | on foot;
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And O,| what bet|ter mat|ter breeds | for you,
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Than I | have named.| The bast|ard Faul|conbridge
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Is now | in Eng|land ran|sacking | the church,
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Offend|ing char|ity*: if | but a doz|en French
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Were there | in arms,| they would | be as | a
call
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To train | ten* thous|and Eng|lish to | their
side,
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Or, as | a little | snow, tum/bled a|bout,
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A||non be|comes a | mountain.| O noble
| Dauphin,
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Go | with me | to the king,| 'tis wond|erful,
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What may | be wrought | out of | their
dis|content,
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Now that | their souls | are top|ful of |
offense.
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For Eng|land go;| I will | whet on | the king.
LEWIS
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Strong reasons make | strong^ac|tions: let | us
go,
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If you | say aye,| the king | will not | say no.
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