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K. Hen.

Sure, we thank you. To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son My learned lord, we pray you to proceed !

Of Charles the great. Also king Lewis the tenth, And justly and religiously unfold,

Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Why the law Salique, that they have in France, Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim. Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,

That fair queen Isabel, his grandmother,
That you should fashion, rest, or bow your reading, Was lineal of the lady Ermengare,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul

Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorain : With opening titles miscreate, whose right

By the which marriage, the line of Charles the great Suits not in native colours with the truth;

Was re-united to the crown of France. For God doth know, how many, now in health, So that, as clear as is the summer's sun, Shall drop their blood in approbation

King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim, Of what your reverence shall incite us to :

King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, To hold in right and title of the female : How you awake the sleeping sword of war : So do the kings of France unto this day; We charge you in the name of God, take heed : Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law, For never two such kingdoms did contend,

To bar your bighness claiming from the female; Without much fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops And rather choose to hide them in a net, Are every one a woe, a sore complaint,

Than amply to imbare their crooked titles 'Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. swords

K. Hen. May I, with right and conscience, make That make such waste in brief mortality.

this claim ? Under this conjuration, speak, my lord :

Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign ! And we will hear, note, and believe in heart,

For in the book of Numbers is it writ, That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd When the son dies, let the inheritance As pure as sin with baptism.

Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, Cant. Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and Stand for your own; unwind your bloody fag; you peers,

Look back unto your mighty ancestors : That owe your lives, your faith, and services, Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb, To this imperial throne ; - There is no bar

From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, To make against your highness' claim to France, And your great uncle's, Edward the black prince; But this, which they produce from Pharamond, - Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, In terram Salicam mulieres succedint,

Making defeat on the full power of France; No woman shall succeed in Salique land :

Whiles his most mighty father on a hill Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze, Stood smiling, to behold his lion's whelp To be the realm of France, and Pharamond

Forage in blood of French nobility. The founder of this law and female bar.

O noble English, that could entertain Yet their own authors faithfully affirm,

With half their forces the full pride of France ; That the land Salique lies in Germany,

And let another half stand laughing by, Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe :

All out of work, and cold for action ! Where Charles the great, having subdued the Saxons, Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, There left behind and settled certain French; And with your puissant arm renew their feats : Who, holding in disdain the German women, You are their heir, you sit upon their throne; For some dishonest manners of their life,

The blood and courage, that renowned them, Establish'd there this law, — to wit, no female Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege Should be inheritrix in Salique land ;

Is in the very May-morn of his youth, Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprizes. Is at this day in Germany callid — Meisen.

Ere. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth Thus doth it well appear, the Salique law

Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, Was not devised for the realm of France;

As did the former lions of your blood. Nor did the French possess the Salique land

West. They know, your grace hath cause, and Until four hundred one and twenty years

means, and might; After defunction of king Pharamond,

So hath your highness; never king of England Idly suppos'd the founder of this law;

Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects ; Who died within the year of our redemption Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England, Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the great And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French

Cant. 0, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, Beyond the river Sala, in the year

With blood, and sword, and fire, to win your right: Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, In aid whereof, we of the spiritualty King Pepin, which deposed Childerick,

Will raise your highness such a mighty sum, Did, as heir general, being descended

As never did the clergy at one time Of Blithild, which was daughter to king Clothair, Bring in to any of your ancestors. Make claim and title to the crown of France.

K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade the Hugh Capet also, - that usurp'd the crown

French; Or Charles the duke of Lorain, sole heir male But lay down our proportions to defend Of the true line and stock of Charles the great, Against the Scot, who will make road upon us To fine his title with some show of truth,

With all advantages. (Though, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,) Cant. They of those marches, gracious sovereign, Convey'd himself as heir to the lady Lingare, Shall be a wall sufficient to defend Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son

Our inland from the pilfering borderers.

K. Hen. We do not mean the coursing snatchers | As many fresh streams run in one self sea; only,

As many lines close in the dial's center; But fear the main intendment of the Scot,

So may a thousand actions, once afoot, Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; End in one purpose, and be all well borne For you shall read, that my great grandfather Without deteat. Therefore to France, my liege. Never went with hi: forces into France,

Divide your happy England into four; But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom Whereof take you one quarter into France, Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,

And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. With ample and brim fulness of his force;

If we, with thrice that power left at home, Galling the gleaned land with hot essays :

Cannot defend our own door from the dog, Girding with grievous siege, castles and towns; Let us be worried ; and our nation lose That England, being empty of defence,

The name of hardiness, and policy. Hath shook, and trembled at the ill-neighbourhood. K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from the Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than

Dauphin. harm’d, my liege :

[Erit an Attendant. The King ascends Iris For hear her but exampled by herself,

throne. When all her chivalry bath been in France,

Now are we well resolv'd ; and, — by God's help; And she a mourning widow of her nobles,

And yours, the nolle sinews of our power, — She hath herself not only well defended,

France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, But taken, and impounded as a stray,

Or break it all to pieces : Or there we'll sit, The king of Scots; whom she did send to France, Ruling, in large and ample empery, To fill king Edward's fame with prisoner kings ; O'er France, and all her almost kingly dukedoms : And make your chronicle as rich with praise, Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, As is the ooze and bottom of the sea

Tombless, with no remembrance over them : With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.

Either our history shall, with full mouth, West. But there's a saying, very old and true, Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave, If that you will France win,

Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
Then with Scotland first begin ;

Not worship’d with a waxen epitaph.
For once the eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot

Enter Ambassadors of France. Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs ; Now are we well prepar’d to know the pleasure Playing the mouse, in absence of the cat,

Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for, we hear, To spoil and havock more than she can eat.

Your greeting is from him, not from the king. Ere. It follows then, the cat must stay at home : Amb. May it please your majesty, to give us leave Yet that is but a curs'd necessity;

Freely to render what we have in charge ; Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries, Or shall we sparingly show you far off' And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves.

The Dauphin's meaning, and our embassy ? While that the arined hand doth fight abroad,

K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; The advised head defends itself at home :

Unto whose grace our passion is as subject, For government, though high, and low, and lower, As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons : Put into parts, doth keep in one concent;

Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness Congruing in a full and natural close,

Tell us the Dauphin's mind. Like musick.


Thus then, in few. Cant. True : therefore doth heaven divide Your highness, lately sending into France, The state of man in divers functions,

Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right Setting endeavour in continual motion ;

Of your great predecessor, king Edward the third. To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,

In answer of which claim, the prince our master Obedience: for so work the honey bees

Says, — that you savour too much of your youth ; Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach

And bids you be advis'd, there's nought in France, The act of order to a peopled kingdom.

That can be with a nimble galliard won; They have a king, and oflicers of sorts :

You cannot revel into dukedoms there. Where some, like magistrates, correct at home; He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; This tun of treasure ; and, in lieu of this, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,

Desires you, let the dukedoms, that you claim, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;

Ilear no more of

you. This the Dauphin speaks. Which pillage they with merry march bring home K. Hen. What treasure, uncle ? To the tent-royal of their emperor :


Tennis-balls, my liege. Who, busied in his majesty, surveys

K. Hen. We are glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant The singing masons building roofs of gold; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ;

His present, and your ins, we thank you for : The poor mechanick porters crouding in

When we have matcli'd our rackets to these balls, Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;

We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set, The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum,

Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard : Delivering o'er to éxecutors pale

Tell him, he hath made a match with such a wrangler, The lazy yawning drone. I this infer,

That all the courts of France will be disturb'd That many things, having full reference

With chaces. And we understand him well, To one concent, may work contrariously;

How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, As many arrows, loosed several ways,

Not measuring what use we made of them. Fly to one mark;

We never valu'd this poor seat of England; As many several ways meet in one town;

And therefore, living hence, did give ourself

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To barbarous license; As 'tis ever common, To venge me as I may, and to put forth
That men are merriest when they are from home. My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause,
But tell the Dauphin, - I will keep my state ; So, get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin,
Be like a king, and show my sail of greatness, His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When I do rouse me in my throne of France : When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. -
For that I have laid by my majesty,

Convey them with safe conduct. — Fare you well. And plodded like a man for working days;

[Ereunt Ambassadors, But I will rise there with so full a glory,

Ere. This was a merry message. That I will dazzle all the eyes of France,

K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it. Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.

[Descenils from his throne. And tell the pleasant prince, — this mock of his Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, Hath turn’d his balls to gun-stones ; and his soul That may give furtherance to our expedition : Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance For we have now no thought in us but France; That shall fly with them: for many a thousand Save those to God, that run before our business. widows

Therefore, let our proportions for these wars Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; Be soon collected ; and all things thought upon, Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down : That may, with reasonable swiftness, add And some are yet ungotten, and unborn,

More feathers to our wings; for, God before, That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. But this lies all within the will of God,

Therefore, let every man now task his thought, To whom I do appeal; And in whose name, That this fair action may on foot be brought. Tell you the Dauphin, I am coming on,



To give you gentle pass ; for, if we may,
Enter Chorus.

We'll not offend one stomach with our play. Chor. Now all the youth of England are on But, till the king come forth, and not till then, fire,

Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. [Erre And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought

SCENE I. The same. Eastcheap.
Reigns solely in the breast of every man :

Enter Nya and BARDOLPH.
They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse ;
Following the mirror of all Christian kings,

Bard. Well met, corporal Nym.
With winged heels, as Engiish Mercuries.

Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph. For now sits Expectation in the air ;

Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends yet! And hides a sword, froin hilts unto the point,

Nym. For my part, I care not : I say little ; but With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ; — but Promis'd w Harry, and his followers.

that shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will The French, advis’d by good intelligence

wink, and hold out mine iron : It is a simple one; of this most dreadful preparation,

but what though? It will toast cheese ; and it will Shake in their fear; and with pale policy

endure cold as another man's sword will: and Seek to divert the English purposes.

there's the humour of it. O England ! — model to thy inward greatness, Bard. I will bestow a breakfast, to make you Like little body with a mighty heart,

friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, France ; let it be so, good corporal Nym. Were all thy children kind and natural !

Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, A nest of hollow bosoins, which he fills

I will do as I may : that is my rest, that is the renWith treacherous crowns; and three corrupted | dezvous of it. men,

Barıl. It is certain, corporal, that he is married One, Richard earl of Cambridge; and the second, to Nell Quickly: and, certainly, she did you wrong; Henry lord Scroop of Masham; and the third, for you were troth-plight to her. Sir Thomas Grey knight of Northumberland, - Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: Jlave, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!) men may sleep, and they may have their throats Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France;

about them at that time; and, soma say, knives And by their hands this grace of kings must die, have edges. It must be as it may: diough patience (If hell and treason hold their promises,)

be a tired mare, yet she will plod There must be Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. conclusions. Well, I cannot tell. Linger your patience on; and well digest

Enter Pistol and Mrs. QUICKLY
The abuse of distance, while we force a play.
The sun is paid ; the traitors are agreed ;

Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his wite : -
The king is set from London ; and the scene good corporal, be patient here. -- How now, mine
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton : host Pistol ?
There is the playhouse now, there must you sit : Pist. Base tike, call'st thou nie - host?
And thence to France shall we convey you safe, Now, by this hand I swear, I scorn the term;
and bring you back, charming the narrow seas Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers


Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we can- Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- you at betting ? women, that live honestly by the prick of their Pist. Base is the slave that

pays. needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy- Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour house straight. (Nym draus his sword.] O well-a- of it. day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's Pist. As manhood shall compound ; Push home. corporal Nym's – now shall we have wilful adultery Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph, thrust I'll kill him; by this sword, I will. - good corporal, offer nothing here.

Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have Nym. Pish!

their course. Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick- Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be eared cur of Iceland.

friends : an thou wilt not, why then be enemies Guick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of with me too. Pr'ythee, put up. a man, and put up thy sword.

Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. you at betting ?

[Sheathing his sword. Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay ; Pist. Solus, egregious dog? O viper vile! And liquor likewise will I give to thee, The solus in thy most marvellous face;

And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood : The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,

I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me; And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy ; | Is not this just ? for I shall sutler be And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth ! Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. I do retort the solus in thy bowels;

Give me thy hand. For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,

Nym. I shall have my noble ?
And flashing fire will follow.

Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Nym. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it.
I have an humour to knock you indifferently

Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY. well: If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you Quick. As ever you came of women, come in would walk off, I would prick your guts a little, quickly to sir John : Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked in good terms, as I may; and that's the humour of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most la of it.

mentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. Pist. Obraggard, vile, and damned furious Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the wight!

knight, that's the even of it. The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; Therefore exhale.

[Pistol and Nym draw. His heart is fracted, and corroborate. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say :- he that Nym. The king is a good king : but it must be strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as it may; he passes some humours, and careers. as I am a soldier.

[Draws. Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall we will live,

[Exeunt. abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give;

SCENE II. – Southampton. A Council Chamber, Thy spirits are most tall.

Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humour of it.

Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these Pist. Coupe le gorge, that's the word ? - 1 thee

traitors. defy again.

Ere. They shall be apprehended by and by. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get ?

West. How smooth and even they do bear themNo; to the spital go,

selves! And from the powdering tub of infamy

As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,

Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty. Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse :

Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly

By interception which they dream not of. For the only she : and — Pauca, there's enough. Ere. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,

Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely Enter the Boy.

favours, Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my

That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell master, and you, hostess; - he is very sick, and His sovereign's life to death and treachery! would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy nose be

Enter King HENRY, SCROOP, tween his sheets, and do the office of a warming- Trumpet sounds. pan : 'faith, he's very ill.

CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants, Burd. Away, you rogue.

K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pud

aboard. ding one of these days ; the king has killed his My lord of Cambridge, – and my kind lord of heart. Good husband, come home presently.

Masham, [Ereunt Mrs. Quickly and Boy. | And you, my gentle knight, - give me your Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We

thoughts : must to France together ; why, the devil, should Think you not, that the powers we bear with us, we keep knives to cut one another's throats ?

Will cut their passage through the force of France ; Post. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food Doing the execution, and the act, howl on!

For which we have in head assembled them?

Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal. best.

K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, K. Hen. I doubt not that since we are well per-| By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd : suaded,

You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; We carry not a heart with us from hence,

For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, That grows not in a fair consent with ours ; As dogs upon their masters, worrying them. Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish See you, my princes, and my noble peers, Success and conquest to attend on us.

These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and loy'd

here, Than is your majesty ; there's not, I think, a subject, | You know, how apt our love was, to accord That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

To furnish him with all appertinents Under the sweet shade of your government.

Belonging to his honour; and this man Grey. Even those, that were your father's ene- Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd, mies,

And sworn unto the practices of France, Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you To kill us here in Hampton : to the which, With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

This knight, no less for bounty bound to us K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank- Than Cambridge is, -hath likewise sworn.-But O! fulness;

What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel, And shall forget the office of our hand,

Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature ! Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,

Thou, that did'st bear the key of all my counsels, According to the weight and worthiness.

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil ; That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold, And labour shall refresh itself with hope,

Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use? To do your grace incessant services.

May it be possible, that foreign hire
K. Hen. We judge no less. — Uncle of Exeter, Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange, That rail'd against our person : we consider, That, though the truth of it stands off as gross It was excess of wine that set him on;

As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it. And, on his more advice, we pardon lim.

Treason, and murder, ever kept together,
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security : As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Let him be punish’d, sovereign ; lest example Working so grossly in a natural cause,
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. That admiration did not whoop at them :
K. Hen. 0, let us yet be merciful.

But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murder : Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give And whatsoever cunni

fiend it was, him life,

That wrought upon thee so preposterously, After the taste of much correction.

H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence : K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me And other devils, that suggest by treasons, Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.

Do botch and bungle up damnation If little faults, proceeding on distemper,

With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, From glistering semblances of piety ; When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and di- But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up, gested,

Gave thee no instance why thou should'st do treason, Appear before us ? We'll yet enlarge that man, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, - in their If that same dæmon, that hath gullid thee thus,

Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, And tender preservation of our person, —

He might return to vasty Tartar back, Would have him punish’d. And now to our French And tell the legions - I can never win causes ;

A soul so easy as that Englishman's. Who are the late commissioners?

0, how hast thou with jealousy infected Cam. I, one, my lord ;

The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful ? Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Why, so didst thou : Seem they grave and learned? Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family? Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.

Why, so didst thou : Seem they religious ? K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there why, so didst thou : Or are they spare in diet: is yours :

Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; There yours, lord Scroop of Masham — and, sir Constant in spirit, not swerving with the biood; knight,

Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complernent; Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours Not working with the eye, without the ear, Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither? My lord of Westmoreland, - and uncle Exeter,- Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem : We will aboard to-night. – Why, how now, gentle- And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, men?

To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued, What see you in those papers, that you lose

With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; So much complexion?

how they change! | For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Their cheeks are paper, — Why, what read you there, Another fall of man.- . Their faults are open, That hath so cowarded and chas'd your

blood Arrest them to the answer of the law ; Out of appearance ?

And God acquit them of their practices!
I do confess my fault;

Ere. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of And do submit me to your highness' mercy. Richard earl of Cambridge.

dear care,

Took ye,

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