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York . Nay , we shall heat you thoroughly anon . Clif . Take heed , lest by your heat you burn yourselves . 160 King . Why , Warwick , hath thy knee forgot to bow ? Old Salisbury , shame to thy silver hair , Thou mad misleader of thy ...
York . Nay , we shall heat you thoroughly anon . Clif . Take heed , lest by your heat you burn yourselves . 160 King . Why , Warwick , hath thy knee forgot to bow ? Old Salisbury , shame to thy silver hair , Thou mad misleader of thy ...
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O , had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons , From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame , Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd , Which art possess'd now to depose thyself .
O , had thy grandsire with a prophet's eye Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons , From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame , Deposing thee before thou wert possess'd , Which art possess'd now to depose thyself .
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Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes . O méchante fortune ! Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ? Orl . Is this the king we sent to for his ransom ? Bour . Shame and eternal shame , nothing but shame !
Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes . O méchante fortune ! Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for ? Orl . Is this the king we sent to for his ransom ? Bour . Shame and eternal shame , nothing but shame !
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