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