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LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.
[Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers]
LEWIS
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My Lord | Melun,| let this | be cop|ied out,
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And keep | it safe | for our | remem|brance:
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Return | the prec|edent | to these^lords | again,
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That hav|ing our / fair ord|er writ|ten down,
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Both they | and we,| perus|ing ore | these^notes
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May know | wherefore | we took | the sac|rament,
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And keep | our faiths | firm and | invi|olable.
SALISBURY
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Upon | our sides | it nev|er shall | be broken.
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And nob|le Dauph|in, al|beit | we swear
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A vo|luntary zeal,| and an | unurged faith
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To your | proceed|ings: yet | believe | me
prince,
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I am / not glad | that such | a sore | of time
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Should seek | a plast|er by | contemned | revolt,
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And heal | the invet|erate cank|er of / one
wound,
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By mak|ing ma|ny: Oh | it grieves | my soul,
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That I | must draw | this met|al from | my side
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To be | a wid|ow-mak|er: oh,| and there
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Where hon|ora|ble res|cue, and | defense
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Cries^out | upon | the name | of Sal|isbury.
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But such | is the | infec|tion of | the time,
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That for | the health | and phy|sic of | our
right,
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We can|not deal | but with | the ve|ry hand
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Of stern | injust|ice, and | confus|ed wrong:
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And^is it not pi|ty (O | my griev|ed friends)
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That we,| the sons | and child|ren of | this
isle,
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Were born | to see | so sad | an hour | as this,
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Wherein | we step | after | a strang|er, march
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Upon | her gent|le bos|om, and / fill up
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Her en|emies'^ranks?| I must | withdraw,| and
weep
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Upon | the spot | of this | enforc|ed cause,
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To grace | the gent|ry of | a land | remote,
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And fol|low un|acquaint|ed col|ors here:
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What here?| O na|tion that | thou couldst |
remove,
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That Nep|tune's arms | who clip|peth thee |
about,
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Would bear | thee from | the know|ledge of |
thyself,
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And crip|ple thee | unto | a pag|an shore,
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Where these | two* Chris|tian arm|ies might |
combine
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The blood | of mal|ice, in | a vein | of league,
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And not | to spend | it so | unneigh|borly.
LEWIS
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A nob|le temp|er dost | thou show | in this,
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And great | affec|tions wrest|ling in thy bosom
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Doth^make | an earth|quake of | nobil|ity:
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Oh, what | a nob|le com|bat* hast | thou fought
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Between | compul|sion, and | a brave | respect:
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Let me | wipe^off | this hon|ora|ble dew,
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That silv|erly | doth prog|ress on | thy cheeks:
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My heart | hath melt|ed at | a la|dy's tears,
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Being an | ordi|nary | inun|dation:
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But this | effu|sion of / such man|ly drops,
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This show|er, blown | up by | tempest | of the
soul,
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Startles | mine^eyes,| and makes | me more |
amazed
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Than had | I seen | the vaul|ty top | of heaven
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Figured | quite^ore | with burn|ing met|eors.
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Lift^up | thy brow |(renown|ed Sal|isbury)
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And with | a great | heart heave away | the
storm:
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Commend | these wat|ers to / those ba|by eyes
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That nev|er saw | the gi|ant world | enraged,
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Nor met | with fort|une, oth|er than | at feasts,
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Full warm of blood,| of mirth,| of gos|siping:
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Come, come;/ for thou | shalt thrust | thy hand |
as deep
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Into | the purse | of rich | prosper|ity
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As Lewis | himself:| so (nob|les) shall | you all,
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That knit | your sin|ews to | the strength | of
mine.
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And ev|en there,| methinks | an ang|el spake,
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Look where | the ho|ly leg|ate comes | apace,
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To give | us war|rant from | the hand | of heaven
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And on | our ac|tions set | the name | of right
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With ho|ly breath.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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Hail noble prince | of France:
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The next | is this:| King^John | hath rec|onciled
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Himself | to Rome,| his spir|it is / come in,
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That so | stood^out | against | the ho|ly church,
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The great | metrop|olis | and see | of Rome:
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Therefore | thy threat|ening col|ors now |
wind^up,
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And tame | the sav|age spir|it of / wild war,
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That like | a li|on fost|ered up | at hand,
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It may | lie* gent|ly at | the foot | of peace,
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And be | no furth|er harm|ful than | in show.
LEWIS
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Your grace | shall pard|on me,| I will | not
back:
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I am | too high-born | to be prop|ertied,
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To be | a sec|onda|ry at | control,
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Or use|ful serv|ing-man,| and inst|rument
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To an|y sove|reign state | throughout | the
world.
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Your breath first | kindled the | dead coal of
wars,
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Between | this chas|tised king/dom and | myself,
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And brought | in mat|ter that | should feed |
this fire;
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And now |'tis far | too huge | to be / blown out
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With that / same weak | wind, which | enkind|led
it:
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You taught | me how | to know | the face | of
right,
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Acquaint|ed me | with int|erest to | this land,
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Yea*, thrust | this ent|erprise | into | my
heart,
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And come | ye now | to tell | me John | hath made
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His peace | with Rome?| What^is | that peace | to
me?
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I (by | the hon|or of | my mar|riage bed)
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After | young^Arth|ur, claim | this land | for
mine,
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And now | it is / half-con|quered, must | I back,
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Because | that John | hath made | his peace |
with Rome?
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Am^I Rome's slave?| What pen|ny hath / Rome
borne?
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What men | provid|ed? What | muni|tion sent
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To und|erprop | this ac|tion? Is it | not I
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That und|ergo | this charge?| Who else | but I,
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And such | as to | my claim | are li|able,
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Sweat in | this bus|iness, and | maintain | this
war:
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Have I | not heard | these^is|landers / shout out
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Vive le roi,| as I | have banked | their towns?
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Have I | not here | the best | cards for | the
game
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To win | this ea|sy match,| played for | a crown?
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And shall | I now | give ore | the yield|ed set?
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No, no,/ on my | soul it | never shall | be said.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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You look | but on | the out|side of | this work.
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Outside^|or in|side, I | will not | return
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Till my | attempt | so much | be glor|ified,
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As to | my amp|le hope | was prom|ised,
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Before | I drew | this gal|lant head | of war,
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And culled | these fie|ry spir|its from | the
world
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To out|look conquest,| and to win | renown
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Even | in the jaws | of dang|er, and | of death:
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What lus|ty trump|et thus | doth sum|mon us?
[Enter the BASTARD, attended]
BASTARD
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Accord|ing to | the fair | play of | the world,
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Let me | have aud|ience:| I am sent | to speak:
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My ho|ly lord | of Mil|an, from | the king
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I come | to learn | how you | have dealt | for
him:
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And, as | you ans|wer, I | do know | the scope
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And war|rant lim|ited | unto | my tongue.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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The Dauph|in is / too will|ful-op|posite
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And will not | tempo|rize with | my en|treaties:
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He flat|ly says,| he'll not | lay down | his
arms.
BASTARD
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By all | the blood | that ev|er fu|ry breathed,
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The youth | says^well.| Now* hear | our Eng|lish
king,
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For thus | his roy|alty | doth speak | in me:
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He is | prepared,| and reas|on too | he should,
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This ap|ish and | unman|nerly | approach,
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This harn|essed masque,| and un|advis|ed revel,
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This un|haired sau/ciness | and boy|ish troops,
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The king | doth smile | at, and | is well |
prepared
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To whip | this dwarf|ish war,| these pyg|my arms
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From out | the cir|cle of | his ter|ritories.
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That hand | which had | the strength,| even at |
your door,
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To cud|gel you,| and make | you take | the hatch,
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To dive | like buck|ets in | conceal|ed wells,
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To crouch | in lit|ter of | your stab|le planks,
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To lie like pawns,| locked^up | in chests | and
trunks,
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To hug | with swine,| to seek | sweet*
safe|ty^out
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In vaults | and pris|ons, and | to thrill | and
shake,
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Even | at the cry|ing of | your na|tion's crow,
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Thinking | his voice | an arm|ed Eng|lishman,
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Shall that | victor|ious hand | be feeb|led here,
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That in | your chamb|ers gave | you
chas|tisement?
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No: know the gal|lant mon|arch^is | in arms,
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And like | an eag|le, ore | his ae|rie towers,
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To souse | annoy|ance that / comes near | his
nest;
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And you | degen|erate, you | ingrate | revolts,
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You bloo|dy Ner|oes*, rip|ping up | the womb
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Of your / dear moth|er Eng|land: blush | for
shame:
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For your / own lad|ies, and / pale-vis|aged
maids,
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Like Am|azons,| come^trip|ping aft|er drums:
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Their thim|bles in|to arm|ed gaunt|lets change,
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Their needles | to lan|ces, and | their gent|le
hearts
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To fierce | and bloo|dy in|clina|tion.
LEWIS
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There end | thy brave,| and turn | thy face |
in peace,
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We grant | thou canst | outscold | us: fare |
thee well,
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We hold | our time | too pre|cious to | be spent
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With such | a brab|bler.
CARDINAL PANDULPH
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Give | me leave | to speak.
BASTARD
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No,^I | will speak.
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We will at|tend to | neither:
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Strike^up | the drums,| and let | the tongue | of
war
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Plead for | our in|terest, and | our be|ing here.
BASTARD
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Indeed | your drums | being beat|en, will / cry
out;
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And so | shall you,| being beat|en: do | but
start
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An ech|o with | the clam|or of | thy drum,
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And ev|en at hand,| a drum | is rea|dy braced,
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That shall | rever|berate^all,| as loud | as thine.
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Sound but anoth|er, and | anoth|er shall
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(As loud | as thine)| rattle | the welk|in's ear,
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And mock | the deep-mouthed thund|er: for | at hand
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(Not trust/ing to | this halt|ing leg|ate here,
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Whom he | hath used | rather | for sport,| than
need)
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Is^warlike John:| and in his // forehead sits
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A bare-ribbed death,| whose of|fice is | this^day
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To feast | upon | whole thou/sands of | the
French.
LEWIS
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Strike^up | our drums,| to find | this dang|er
out.
BASTARD
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And thou | shalt find | it (Dauph|in) do | not
doubt.
[Exeunt]