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| Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases, and at that time bequeath you my disease. | |
| So bring us to our palace, where we'll show what's yet behind that's meet you all should know. | |
| As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free. | |
| Come, Dolabella, see high order in this great solemnity. | |
| Assist. | |
| Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing so sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. | |
| Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all, and more such days as these to us befall! | |
| There she may long live here, God say 'Amen'. | |
| Here our play has ending. | |
| Go, bit the soldiers shoot. | |
| 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. | |
| Nay, then thus: We came into the world like brother and brother, and now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. | |
| Strike up, pipers. | |
| 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. | |
| Hastily lead away. | |
| Never was a war did cease, ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace. | |
| So call the field to rest, and let's away to part the glories of this happy day. | |
| 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. | |
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| Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. | |
| For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. | |
| Nauth shall make us rue if England to itself do rest but true. | |
| Margaret shall now be queen and rule the King; but I will rule both her, the King, and realm. | |
| 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. | |
| One Feast, one house, one mutual happiness. | |
| Nay, Tarry, Sly, for I'll go home with thee and hear the rest that thou hast dreamt tonight. | |
| Myself will straight aboard, and to the state this heavy act with heavy heart relate. | |
| Grace my mournings here in weeping after this untimely bier. | |
| You that way, we this way. | |
| Let our drums strike. | |
| So thanks to all at once, and to each one, whome we invite to see us crowned at Scone. | |
| Her life was beastly and devoid of pity, and being dead, let birds on her take pity. | |
| 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 | |
| Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends. | |
| We that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long. | |
| For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo. | |
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