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