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| So call the field to rest, and let's away to part the glories of this happy day. | |
| As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free. | |
| Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases, and at that time bequeath you my disease. | |
| 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. | |
| One Feast, one house, one mutual happiness. | |
| There she may long live here, God say 'Amen'. | |
| Go, bit the soldiers shoot. | |
| Nay, Tarry, Sly, for I'll go home with thee and hear the rest that thou hast dreamt tonight. | |
| Let our drums strike. | |
| Nauth shall make us rue if England to itself do rest but true. | |
| Hastily lead away. | |
| 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. | |
| Here our play has ending. | |
| Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing so sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. | |
| So thanks to all at once, and to each one, whome we invite to see us crowned at Scone. | |
| 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. | |
| Grace my mournings here in weeping after this untimely bier. | |
| So bring us to our palace, where we'll show what's yet behind that's meet you all should know. | |
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| Myself will straight aboard, and to the state this heavy act with heavy heart relate. | |
| Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. | |
| 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 | |
| Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all, and more such days as these to us befall! | |
| We that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long. | |
| For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. | |
| Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends. | |
| For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo. | |
| Come, Dolabella, see high order in this great solemnity. | |
| 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. | |
| Her life was beastly and devoid of pity, and being dead, let birds on her take pity. | |
| Margaret shall now be queen and rule the King; but I will rule both her, the King, and realm. | |
| Assist. | |
| Never was a war did cease, ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace. | |
| You that way, we this way. | |
| 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. | |
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