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Why droops my lord , like overripen'd corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ' plenteous load ? ... both together lift our heads to heaven , And never more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground . Glou .
Why droops my lord , like overripen'd corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ' plenteous load ? ... both together lift our heads to heaven , And never more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground . Glou .
Page 174
Enter IDEN , with CADE's head . Iden . If one so rude and of so mean condition May pass into the presence of a king , Lo , I present your grace a traitor's head , The head of Cade , whom I in combat slew . King . The head of Cade !
Enter IDEN , with CADE's head . Iden . If one so rude and of so mean condition May pass into the presence of a king , Lo , I present your grace a traitor's head , The head of Cade , whom I in combat slew . King . The head of Cade !
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Thou art a traitor : Off with his head ! Now , by Saint Paul I swear , I will not dine until I see the same . Lovel and Ratcliff , look that it be done : 80 The rest , that love me , rise and follow me . [ Exeunt all but Hastings ...
Thou art a traitor : Off with his head ! Now , by Saint Paul I swear , I will not dine until I see the same . Lovel and Ratcliff , look that it be done : 80 The rest , that love me , rise and follow me . [ Exeunt all but Hastings ...
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