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Pucel. Question,nıy lords, no further of the case, Whose glory fills the world with loud report. How, or which way: 'tis sure they found solne Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars part

Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. And now there rests no other shift but this, 5 You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world And lay new platforms to endamage them.

of men Alurum. Enter a Soldier crying, A Talbot! A Could not prevail with all their oratory,

Talbot!! they fby, leaving their clothes behind. Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruľa: Sol. I'll be so bold to take what they have lett. 10 And therefore tell her, I return great thanks; The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; And in subinission will attend on her.For I have loaden me with many spoils,

Will not your honours bear mecoinpany? L'sing no other weapon but his name. [Exit. Bed. No, truly; that is more than manners will:

And I have heard it said,-Unbidden guests SCENE II.

15 Are often welcomest when they are gone. The same.

Tal. Well then, alone, since there's noremedy, Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, &c. I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Comehither,captain. [Whispers]—You perceive Whose pitchy inantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. 20 Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. [Retreat

[Exeunt. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;

SCENE III.
And bere advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-

The Countess of Auvergne's Castle.
Now have I pay'd my vow unto his soul ;- 1251 Enter the Countess, and her Porter.
For every drop of blood was drawn from him, Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
There hath at least five Frenchimen dy'dto-night, And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
And, that hereafter ages may behold

Port. Madam, I will.

[Erit. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

Count. The plot is laid: ifallthings fallout right, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect 30 1 shall as famous be by this exploit, A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death. l'pon the which, that every one may read, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;

And his achievements of no less account: The treacherous manner of his mournful death, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, And what a terror he had been to France. 35 To give their censure of these rare reports. But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

Enter Messenger, and Talbot. I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's grace; Mess. Madam,accordingasyourladyshipdesir’d, His new.come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come. Nor any of his false confederates. [began, Count. And he is welcome. What! is this theman

Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the nighi 40 Mess. Madam, it is. Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Count. (as musing] Is this the scourge of France? They did, amongst the troops of armed men, Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. 7'hat with his name the mothers still their babes?

Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, I see, report is fabulous and false : For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night) 45 I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull; A second Hector, for his grim aspect, When arin in arm they both

caine swiftly running, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,

Alas! this is a child, a silly dwart: That could not live asunder day or night. It cannot be, this weak and wrizled shrimp After that things are set in order here, 150 Should strike such terror to his enemies. We'll follow them with all the power we have. Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: Enter a Alessenger.

But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, Aless. All hail, my lords! Which of this princely L'll sort some other time to visit you. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts [train Count. What means he now?-Go ask him, So much applauded through the realm of France? 55 whither he goes? Tal. Here is the Talbot; Who would speak Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot;for my lady craves with him?

To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, With modesty admiring thy renown,

I go to certify her, Talbot's here. By me entreats, great lord, thouwouldst vouchsafe60

Re-enter Porter with keys. Tovisit her poor castle where she lies;

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Thatshe may boast, she hath beheld the man Tal. Prisoner! to whom?

' This alludes to a popular tradition, that the French women, to affray their children, would tell them, that the TALBOT cometh, See also the end of Scenę iii. Act II. Nn4

Count.

Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord;

Dare no man answer in a case of truth? And for that cause I train'd thec to my house. Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud; Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, The garden here is more convenient. [truth; For in my gallery thy picture hangs:

Plant. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the
But now the substance shall endure the like: 5 Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error?
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
That hast by tyranny, these many years, I never yet could frame my will to it;
Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then
Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

(turn to moan. 10
between us.

F'er pitch, Count. Laughest thou, wretch thy mirth shall War. Between two hawks, which flies the higli

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond ', Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Tothink thatyou have ought huiTalbot's shadow, Betweentu oblades,whichbearsthebettertemper, Whereon to practise your severity.

Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Count. Why, art not thou the man? 15 Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, Tal. I am, indeed.

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment: Count. Then have I substance too.

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; Plant. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: For what you see is but the smallest part 20 The truth appears so naked on my side, And least proportion of humanity:

That any purblind eye may find it out. I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here; Som. And on my side it is so well apparell’d, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

So clear, so shining, and so evident, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Count. This isariddling? merchantforthenonce;/25 Plant. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth He will be here, and yet he is not here:

to speak, How can these contrarieties agree?

In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Tal. 'I hat will I shew you presently.

Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, Windshishorn;drums strike up: apcal of ordnance. And stands upon the honour of his birth, Enter Soldiers.

30 If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, From off this briar pluck a white rose with mes. That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, These arehis substance,sinews,arms,andstrength, But dare maintain the party of the truth, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, 35 War. I love no colours 4; and, without all colour And in a moment makes them desolate.

Of base insinuating flattery, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited, Suf. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. And say withal, I think he held the right. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; 40 Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen; and pluck For I am sorry, that with reverence

no more, I did not entertain thee as thou art.

'Till you conclude that he, upon whose side Tal. Benot dismay'd,fair lady; nor misconstrue The fewest roses are cropt from the tree, The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Shall yield the other in the right opinion. The outward composition of his body. |45Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objecteds; What you have done, hath not offended me : If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. Nor other satisfaction do I crave,

Plant. And I.
But only (with your patience) that we may Ver. Then forthe truth and plainness of the case,
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. 150 Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off;
To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
SC EN E IV.

And fall on my side so against your will.
London. The Temple Garden.

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk,and Warwick; 55 Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
Richard Plantagentt, Vernon,and another Lawyer. And keep me on the side where still I am.
Plant. Great lords and gentlemen, what means Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?
this silence ?

Law. Unless my study and my books be false, 'i.e. so foolish. 2 The term merchant, which was, and now is, frequently applied to the lowest sort of dealers, seems anciently to have been used on familiar occasions in contradistinction to gentleman; signifying, that the person shewed by his behaviour he was a low fellow. The word chap, i.e.chapman, a word of the same import with merchant, in its less respectable sense, is still in common use, particularly in Staffordshire, and the adjoining counties, as a common denomination for any person of whom they mean to speak with freedom or disrespect. 3 The rose (as the fables say) was the symbol of silence, and consecrated by Cupid to Harpocrates, to conceal the lewd pranks of his mother. Celours is here used ambiguously for tints and deceits. s i.e. it is justly proposed,

The

The argument you held, was wrong in you; Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still:

[1o Somerset.

And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. For these my friends, inspight of thee, shall wear. Plant. Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

Plant. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating, that 5 As cognisance ot my blood-drinking hate, Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red. (roses; Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Plant. Meantime your cheeks do counterfeitour Until it wither with me to my grave, For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Or flourish to the height of my degree. [bition! The truth on our side.

Suf. Go forward, and be choak'd withthyamSom. No, Plantagenet,

10 And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Exit. 'Tis not for fear; but anger—that thy cheeks Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, amibiBlush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses ;

tious Richard.

[Erit. And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plant. How I am brav’d, and must perforce edPlant. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset:

dure it!

[house, Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet: 15. War. This blot, that they object against your Plant. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, truth;

Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. And, if thou be not then created York, Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleed- I will not live to be accounted Warwick. ing roses,

20 Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, That shall maintain what I have said is true, Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Will I upon thy party wear this rose: Plant. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, And here I prophesy,--This brawl to-day. I scorn thee and thy fashion , pecvish boy. Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden,

Suf. Tum not thyscorns this way, Plantagenet. 25 Shall send, between the red rose and the white, Plant. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him A thousand souls to death and deadly night. and thee.

Plant. Good masterVernon, I am bound to you, Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. 30 Law. And so will I. Hur. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Plant. Thanks, gentle sir. Somerset;

Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say, His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence, Thisquarrelwill drink blood anotherday.[Exeunt. Third son to the third Edward king of England ;) Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root: 35

SCENE V. Plant. He bears him on the place's privilege',

A Room in the Tower, Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Enter Mortimer', broughtina chair, and Jailors.

Sm. By him that made me, I'll inaintain my Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, On any plot of ground in Christendom: (words Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, 40 Even like a man new haled from the rack, For treason executed in our late king's days? So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, Corrupted, and exempt * from ancient gentry? Nestor-like aged, in an age of care, His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. And, 'till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. 45 These eyes--like lamps whose wasting oil is spent

Plant. My father was attached, not attainted; Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent': Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; Weak shoulders,over-bornewithburtli'ning grief; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. That droops his sapless branches to the ground.“ For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, 50 Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is I'll note you in my book of memory,

Unable to support this lump of clay,– [numb, To scourge you for this apprehension":

Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, Look to it well; and say you are well warn’d. As witting I no other comfort have.

By fashion is meant the badge of the red rose, which Somerset says he and his friends should be distinguish'd by. 'i.e. those who have no riglit to arms. 3 The Temple, being a religious house, was an asylum, a place of exemption, from violence, revenge, and bloodshed. * Exempt for era cluded. i. c. opinion. A badge is called a cognisance à cognoscendo, because by it such persons as do wear it upon their sleeves, their shoulders, or in their hats, are manifestly known whose servants they are. Mr. Edwards observes, that Shakspeare has varied from the truth of history, to introduce this scene between Mortimer and Richard Plantagenet. Edmund Mortimerserved under Henry V. in 1422, and died unconfined in Ireland in 1424. Holinshed says, that Mortimer was one of the mourners at the funeral of Henry V. Mr. Steevens adds, “ that his uncle, Sir John Mortimer, was indeed prisoner in the Tower, and was executed not long before the earl of March's death, being charged with an attempt to make his escape in order to stir up an insurrection in Wales.” . i.e. the beralds that, forerunning death, proclạiın its approach. Si. e. end.

But

come.

But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? I was the next by birth and parentage ;
Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: For by my mother I derived am
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
And answer was return'd, that he will come. To king Edward the Third; whereas he
Mor. Enough; my soulthenshall be satisfy'd.- 5 From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Being but the fourth of that heroic line.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt,
(Before whose glory I was great in arms,) They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
'This loathsome sequestration have I had; I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Andeven since then hath Richard been obscur’d, 10 Long after this, when Henry the fifth,-
Depriv'd of honour and inheritance;

Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,—did reign, But now, the arbitrator of despairs,

Thy father, earl of Cambridge,--then deriv'd Just death, kind umpire' of men's miseries, From famous Edınund Langley, duke of York,– With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence: Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, I would, his troubles likewise were expir’d, 15 Again, in pity of my hard distress, That so he might recover what was lost. Levied an ariny; weening to redeem, Enter Richard Plantagenet.

Ind have install'd me in the diadem: Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,

[cone? And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, Nor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend is he20 In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. Plant. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Plant. Ofwhich, my lord, your honour is the last. Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; Alor.Direct mine arms,Iinay embrace his neck, And that my fainting words do warrant death: And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather * Oh, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, 25 But yet be wary in thy studious care. [me: That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.-- Plant. Thy grave admonishments prevail with And now declarc, sweet stem from York's great But yet, methinks, my father's execution stock,

Was nothing less than bloody tyranny, Why didst thou say—of late thon wert despis'd? Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politick;

Plant. First, leanthine aged back against mine 30 Strong fixed is the house of Lancaster, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease?. [arm; And, like a mountain, not to be remov’d. This day, in argument upon a case,

But now thy uncle is removing hence; Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: As princes do their courts when they are cloy'd Ainong which terms, he us’d his lavish tongue, With long continuance in a settled place. [years And did upbraid me with my father's death; 35 Plant. O, uncle, would some part of my young Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, Might but redeem the passage of your age! Else with the like I had requited him:

Aior, Thou dost then wrong ine; as the slaughTherefore, good uncle--for my father's sake,

t'rer doth, In honour of a true Plantagenet,

Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill, And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause 40 Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. [me, Only, give order for my funeral ;

Alor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd And so farewell; and fair : be all thy hopes ! And hath detain’d ine, all my flow'ring youth, And prosperousbethylife, in peace,andwar! [Dies. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Plan. And peace, no war, befallthy parting soul! Was cursed instrument of his decease. (was : 45 In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,

Plant. Discover more at large what cause that And like a hermit over-pass'd thy days. For I ain ignorant, and cannot guess.

Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; Mor. I will; if that iny fading breath permit, And what I do imagine, let that rest.And death approach not ere my tale be done. Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, 150 Will see his burial better than his life.--Depos’d his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, Ilere dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, The first-begotten, and the lawful heir

Choak'd with ambition of the meaner sort : Of Edward king, the third of that descent; And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Finding his usurpation most unjust,

55 I doubt not, but with honour to redress : Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : And therefore haste I to the parliament ; The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Either to be restored to my blood, Was-for that(young king Richard thus remov'd, Or make my ill the advantage of my good. Leaving no heir begotten of his body)

[Erit, :. That is, he that terminates or concludes misery. ?i.e. my uneasiness or discontent. 'i.e, high, • The sense is, I acknowledge thee to be my heir; the consequences which may be collected from thence, I recommend it to thee to draw. Si.e. lucky or prosperous. • We are to understand the speaker as reflecting on the ill förtune of Mortimer, in being always made a tool of by the Percies of the north in their rebellious intrigues ; rather than in asserting his claim to the crown, in support of his own princely ambition.

ACT

А ст ІІІ. .
SCENE 1.

Glo. Thou art reverent
The Parliament.

Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Win. Rome shall remedy this. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Ereter, Gloster,

War. 'Roam thither then. Winchester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and 5 Som, My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Richard Plantagenet. Gloster offers to put up War. Ay, see the bishop be not over-borne. a Bill; H'inchester snatches it, and tears it. Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, Win. COM'ST thou with deep premeditated And know the oftice that belongs to such. lines,

War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; With written pamphlets studiously devis’d, 10 It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. [near. Humphrey of Gloster? If thou canst accuse, Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so Or ought intend'st to lay unto my charge, War. State holy, ur unhallow'd, what of that? Do it without invention suddenly;

Is not his grace protector to the king? As I with sudden and extemporal speech

Rich. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Purpose to answer what thou canst object. 15 Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should; Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place coin- Víust your bold verdict enter talk with lords? mands my patience,

Else would I have a fling at Winchester. [Aside. Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me. K.Henry. Uncles of Gloster,and of Winchester, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd The special watchmen of our English weal; The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, 20 I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able To join your hearts in' love and amity. Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:

Oh, what a scandal is it to pur crown, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, As very infants prattle of thy pride.

125 Civil dissention is a viperous worm, Thou art a most pernicious usurer;

'That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth. Froward by nature, enemy to peace;

[A noise within; Down with the tawny coats! Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems What tumult's this? A inan of thy profession, and degree;

War. An uproar, I dare warrant, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest : 30 Begun through malice of the bishop's men. In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,

[A noise again, Stones! Stones! As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower? Enter the dayor of London, attended. Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, Mayor. Oh, my good lords,--and virtuous The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt Pity the city of London, pity us! [Henry, From envious malice of thy swelling heart. 35 The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,

ll'in. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouch- Forbidden late to carry any weapon, To give me hearing what I shall reply. [safe Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; If I were covetous, perverse, ambitious, And, banding themselves in contrary parts, As he will have me, How am I so poor? Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, Or how haps it, I seek not to advance 40 That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? Our windows are broke down in every street, And for dissention, Who preferreth peace And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. More than I do,except'l be provok'd? Enter men in skirmish, with bloody pates. No, my good lords, it is not that offends; K.Henry. Wecharge you,on allegiance to ourself, It is not that, that hath inccns'd the duke: 45 To hold your slaughtring hands, and keep the It is, because no one should sway but he; Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. (peace. No one, but he, should be abous the king; í Serr. Nay, if we be And that engenders thunder in his breast, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. And makes him roar these accusations forth. 2 Serv. Do what you dare, we are as resolute. But he shall know, I am as good

50

[Skirmish again. Glo. As good?

Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish Thou bastard of my għandfather !

And set this unaccustom'd' fight aside. [broil, Win, Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray, 3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be

a man But one imperious in another's throne? Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,

Glo. Ann I not protector, saucy priest? 55]Inferior to none, but to his majesty:
Win. And am I not a prelate of the church? And, ere that we will suffer such a prince,

Glo. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps, So kind a father of the common-weal,
And useth it to patronage his theft.

To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate', #in. Upreverent Gloster!

lwe, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Roam to Rome.-To roam is supposed to be derived from the cant of vagabonds, who often pretended a pilgrimage to Rome. ii. e. unseemly, indecent. 'i. e. a bookmar.

And

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