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| As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free. | |
| Hastily lead away. | |
| Nauth shall make us rue if England to itself do rest but true. | |
| Let our drums strike. | |
| Go, bit the soldiers shoot. | |
| Grace my mournings here in weeping after this untimely bier. | |
| Her life was beastly and devoid of pity, and being dead, let birds on her take pity. | |
| We that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long. | |
| Myself will straight aboard, and to the state this heavy act with heavy heart relate. | |
| One Feast, one house, one mutual happiness. | |
| Never was a war did cease, ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace. | |
| There she may long live here, God say 'Amen'. | |
| Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing so sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. | |
| My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will bid you good night, and so kneel down before you-but, indeed, to pray for the Queen. | |
| For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. | |
| Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all, and more such days as these to us befall! | |
| Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends. | |
| Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crowned king of France and England, did this king suceed, whose state so many had the managing that they lost France and made his England bleed, wh | |
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| Here our play has ending. | |
| Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day; and since this business so fair is done, let us not leave till al our own be won. | |
| For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo. | |
| So thanks to all at once, and to each one, whome we invite to see us crowned at Scone. | |
| Nay, then thus: We came into the world like brother and brother, and now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. | |
| Margaret shall now be queen and rule the King; but I will rule both her, the King, and realm. | |
| A great while ago the world begun, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, but that's all one, our play is done, and we'll strive to please you every day. | |
| Assist. | |
| So bring us to our palace, where we'll show what's yet behind that's meet you all should know. | |
| Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. | |
| You that way, we this way. | |
| Strike up, pipers. | |
| Nay, Tarry, Sly, for I'll go home with thee and hear the rest that thou hast dreamt tonight. | |
| So call the field to rest, and let's away to part the glories of this happy day. | |
| And I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths will for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. | |
| Come, Dolabella, see high order in this great solemnity. | |
| Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases, and at that time bequeath you my disease. | |
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