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Before the castle.
[Enter ARTHUR, on the walls]
ARTHUR
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The wall | is high,| and yet | will I / leap
down.
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Good* ground | be pit|iful,| and hurt | me not:
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There's few | or none | do know | me, if | they
did,
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This ship-|boy's sem/blance hath | disguised | me
quite.
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I am | afraid,| and yet | I'll vent/ure it.
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If I | get^down,| and do | not* break | my limbs,
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I'll find | a thous|and shifts | to get | away:
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As good | to die,| and go;| as die,| and stay.
[Leaps down]
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Oh me,| my unc|le's spirit | is in |
these^stones,
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Heaven take | my soul,| and Eng|land keep | my
bones.
[Dies. Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and BIGOT]
SALISBURY
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Lords, I | will meet | him at / Saint
Ed|mundsbury,
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It is | our safe|ty, and | we must | embrace
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This gent|le of|fer of | the per|ilous time.
PEMBROKE
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Who brought | that let|ter from | the card|inal?
SALISBURY
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The Count | Melun,| a nob|le lord | of France,
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Whose^priv|ate with | me of | the Dauph|in's love,
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Is much | more gene/ral, than | these^lines |
import.
BIGOT
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Tomor|row morn|ing let | us meet | him then.
SALISBURY
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Or rath|er then | set for|ward, for |'twill be
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Two* long | days'^journ|ey (lords)| or ere | we
meet. ??
[Enter the BASTARD]
BASTARD
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Once^more | today | well* met,| distemp|ered
lords,
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The king | by me | requests | your pres|ence
straight.
SALISBURY
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The king | hath dis|possessed | himself | of us,
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We will | not line | his thin | bestain|ed cloak
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With our | pure hon|ors: nor | attend | the
foot
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That leaves | the print | of blood | wherere | it
walks.
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Return | and tell | him so:| we know | the worst.
BASTARD
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Whatere | you think,| good* words | I think |
were best.
SALISBURY
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Our griefs,| and not | our man|ners reas|on now.
BASTARD
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But there | is lit|tle reas|on in | your grief.
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Therefore |'twere^reas|on you | had man|ners now.
PEMBROKE
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Sir*, sir,| impa|tience hath | his priv|ilege.
BASTARD
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'Tis true,| to hurt | his mast|er, no | man^else.
SALISBURY
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This is | the pris|on: What | is he lies here?
PEMBROKE
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O death, made proud with pure and princely
beauty, ????
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The earth | had not | a hole | to hide | this
deed.
SALISBURY
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Murder,| as hat|ing what | himself | hath done,
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Doth^lay | it op|en to / urge on | revenge.
BIGOT
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Or when | he doomed | this beaut|y to | a grave,
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Found it | too pre|cious-prince|ly, for | a
grave.
SALISBURY
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Sir Rich|ard, what | think^you?| Have you |
beheld,
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Or have | you read,| or heard,| or could | you
think?
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Or do | you al|most think,| although | you see,
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That you do | see? Could | thought, with|out this
| object*
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Form such^|anoth|er? This | is the ve|ry top,
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The height,| the crest:| or crest | unto | the
crest
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Of murd|er's arms:| this is | the blood|iest
shame,
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The wild|est sav|agery,| the vil|est stroke
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That ever | wall-eyed wrath,| or star|ing rage
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present|ed to | the tears | of soft | remorse.
PEMBROKE
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All murd|ers past,| do stand | excused | in this:
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And this | so sole,| and so | unmatch|able,
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Shall give | a hol|iness,| a pur|ity,
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To the / yet un|begot|ten sin | of times;
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And prove | a dead|ly blood|shed, but | a jest,
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Examp|led by | this hein|ous spec|tacle.
BASTARD
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It is | a damn|ed and | a bloo|dy work,
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The grace|less ac|tion of | a hea|vy hand,
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If that | it be | the work | of an|y hand.
SALISBURY
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If that | it be | the work | of an|y hand?
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We had | a kind | of light,| what would | ensue:
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It is | the shame|ful work | of Hub|ert's hand,
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The prac|tice, and | the pur|pose of | the king:
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From whose | obed|ience I | forbid | my soul,
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Kneeling | before | this ru|in of / sweet life,
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And breath|ing to | his breath|less ex|cellence
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The in|cense of | a vow,| a ho|ly vow:
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Never | to taste | the pleas|ures of | the world,
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Never | to be | infect|ed with | delight,
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Nor con|versant | with ease,| and id|leness,
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Till I | have set | a glo|ry to | this hand,
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By giv|ing it | the worsh|ip of | revenge.
PEMBROKE BIGOT
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Our souls | relig|iously | confirm | thy words.
[Enter HUBERT]
HUBERT
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Lords, I | am hot | with haste,| in seek|ing you,
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Arthur | doth^live,| the king | hath sent | for
you.
SALISBURY
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Oh he | is bold,| and blush|es not | at death,
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Avaunt | thou hate|ful vil|lain, get | thee gone.
HUBERT
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I am | no vil|lain.
SALISBURY
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Must | I rob | the law?
BASTARD
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Your sword | is bright | sir, put | it up |
again.
SALISBURY
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Not^till | I sheathe | it in | a murd|erer's
skin.
HUBERT
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Stand^back | Lord^Sal|isbury,| stand^back | I
say:
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By heaven,| I think | my sword's | as sharp | as
yours.
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I would | not have | you (lord)| forget |
yourself,
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Nor tempt | the dang|er of | my true | defense;
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Lest^I,| by mark|ing of | your rage,| forget
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Your worth,| your great|ness, and | nobil|ity.
BIGOT
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Out dunghill:| darst thou | brave a | nobleman?
HUBERT
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Not for | my life:| but yet | I dare | defend
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My in|nocent life | against | an emp|eror.
SALISBURY
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Thou art | a murd|erer.
HUBERT
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Do | not prove | me so:
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Yet I am | none. whose^|tongue so|ere speaks
false,
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Not tru|ly speaks:| who speaks | not tru|ly,
lies.
PEMBROKE
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Cut him | to pie|ces.
BASTARD
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Keep | the peace,| I say.
SALISBURY
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Stand^by,| or I | shall gall | you,
Faul|conbridge.
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Thou wert bet|ter gall | the dev|il Sal|isbury.
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If thou | but frown | on me,| or stir | thy foot,
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Or teach | thy has|ty spleen | to do | me shame,
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I'll strike | thee dead.| Put^up | thy sword |
betime,
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Or I'll | so maul | you, and | your
toast|ing-iron,
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That you | shall think | the devil | is come |
from hell.
BIGOT
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What wilt | thou do,| renown|ed Faul|conbridge?
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Second | a vil|lain, and | a murd|erer?
HUBERT
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Lord^Big|ot, I | am none.
BIGOT
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Who* killed | this prince?
HUBERT
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'Tis not | an ho|ur since | I left | him well:
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I hon|ored him,| I loved | him, and | will weep
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My date | of life | out for his | sweet life's
loss.
SALISBURY
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Trust^not | those^cun|ning wat|ers of | his eyes,
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For vil|lany | is not | without | such rheum,
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And he, long trad|ed in | it, makes | it seem
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Like riv/ers of re|morse and | inno|cency.
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Away | with me,| all^you | whose^souls | abhor
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The unc|leanly | savors | of a slaught|er-house,
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For I | am stif|led with | this smell | of sin.
BIGOT
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Away,| toward Bu|ry, to | the Dauph|in there.
PEMBROKE
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There* tell | the king,| he may | inquire | us
out.
[Exeunt Lords]
BASTARD
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Here's a good world:| knew you / of this | fair*
work?
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Beyond | the in|finite and | boundless | reach of
| mercy, ??
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(If thou | didst this | deed of | death) art |
thou damned | Hubert. (hex with prev)
HUBERT
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Do but | hear me | sir.
BASTARD
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Ha?| I'll tell | thee what.
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Thou'rt damned as black,| nay noth|ing is | so
black,
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Thou art | more deep damned | than Prince |
Lucifer:
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There is / not yet | so ug|ly a fiend | of hell
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As thou | shalt be,| if thou | didst^kill | this
child.
HUBERT
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Upon | my soul.
BASTARD
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If thou | didst^but | consent
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To this / most cruel | act: do but | despair,
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And if | thou wantst | a cord,| the smal|lest
thread
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That ev|er spid|er twist|ed from | her womb
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Will serve | to strangle | thee: a | rush will |
be a beam
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To hang | thee on.| Or wouldst | thou drown |
thyself,
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Put^but | a lit|tle wat|er in | a spoon,
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And it | shall be | as all | the o|cean,
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Enough | to stif|le such | a vil|lain up.
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I do | suspect | thee ve|ry griev|ously.
HUBERT
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If I | in act,| consent,| or sin | of thought,
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Be guil|ty of | the steal|ing that / sweet breath
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Which was | embound|ed in | this beaut|eous clay,
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Let^hell | want pains | enough | to tor|ture me:
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I left | him well.
BASTARD
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Go, bear / him in | thine^arms:
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I am | amazed | methinks,| and lose | my way
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Among | the thorns,| and dang|ers of | this
world.
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How e|asy dost | thou take | all^Eng|land up,
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From forth | this mors|el of / dead roy|alty?
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The life,| the right,| and truth | of all | this
realm
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Is fled | to heaven:| and Eng|land now | is left
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To tug | and scam|ble, and | to part | by the
teeth
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The^unowed in|terest of / proud-swel|ling state:
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Now for the | bare-picked bone | of maj|esty,
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Doth^dog|ged war | bristle | his ang|ry crest,
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And snarl|eth in | the gent|le eyes | of peace:
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Now* powers | from home,| and dis|contents | at
home
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Meet in one line:| and vast | confu|sion waits
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As doth | a rav|en on | a sick-fallen beast,
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The im|minent | decay | of wrest|ed pomp.
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Now* hap|py he,| whose^cloak | and cinc|ture can
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Hold^out | this temp|est. Bear | away | that
child,
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And fol|low me | with speed:| I'll to | the king:
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A thous|and bus|inesses | are brief | in hand,
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And heaven | itself | doth frown | upon | the land.
[Exeunt]