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With that dear blood which it hath fostgred ;
And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil woundsjjlough’d up with neighbours’ swords ;
And for we think the eagle-winged pride
Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, 130
With rival-hating envy, set ^ _ . <.
to wake our peace, which in our country’s cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath
Which so rous’d up with boisterous
With harsh resounding trumpets’ dreadful bray,
And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,
Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace,
And make us wade even in our kindred’s blood ;—
Therefore, we banish you our territories; j ^
You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death,
Till twice hye supyners have enrich’d our fields.
Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
But tread the stronger paths of banishment.
‘ v Boling. Your will be done : this must my comfort be
That sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
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Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. ;
K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
( ..Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
'bKjnf (The sly^'slow hours shall not depeiminqta \_
(The dateless limit of tlw dgar exile ;—
The hopeless word of—-niver to return,
Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege,
And all unlook’d for from your highness’ mouth:
J ■ i' ' ,L A dearer merit, not so deep a maim < *
As to be cast forth in the common air,
Have I deserved at your highness’ hands.
The language I have learn’d these forty years,
My native English, now I must fo^jgo : 160
And now my tongue’s use is to me no more
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