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KING RICHARD II.
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His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
York. Be York the next that mpst he bankrupt so !
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His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be: "s* ' ' - 155 ,
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We must supplant those rough tug-headed ’
Which live like venom, where no ^enom else, MyS
But only they, hath privilege
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Towards our assistance, we do seize to us
The plate, coin, revenues, and movables,
Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess’d.
York. How long shall I be patient ? Ah, how long
Shall tender duty make me suffer wrong ?
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Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke
About his marriage, nor my own disgrace,
JU'O Have ever made me sour my patient cheek,
Or bend one wrinkle on my sovereign’s face.
I am the last of noble Edward’s sons,
Of whom thy father, Prince of Wales, was
first;
In war, was never lion rag’d more fierce,
In peace, was never gentle lamb more mild,
Than was that young and princely gentleman:
His. face thou hast, for even so look’d he,
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„„„dmplish’djyith the number of thy hours ;
fiut when he'frown’cTTt was against the French/
And not against his friends ; his noble hamT
Did win what he did spend, and spent not that
Which his triumphant father’s hand had won:
His hands were guilty of no kindred’s blood,
But bloody with the enemies of his kin.
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