A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 3 by Various
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In such a case as murder!) all by hym
And hys right hand, with thys ill mans advyse, Murderd unjustlye. _Rei_. To which I adde Treasons of daunger & of hye disgrace Bothe to your crowne & person; and thoughe they Myght glutt the lawe, yet my brothers blood And theise twoe inocentts, I hope, will pleade Dyvorce of all repryvall. _Oli_. Lastlye I With theys stronge proofs, cannot be argued of, Confyrme all past denyall; hys owne hand Here of thys pap[er] maks a regyster [_Gives the letter_. Of myscheives above wonder. Who reads thys, Thoughe flynte, must melt in pyttie. _Bus_. Dye all my hopes, & in thys masse of shame Be buryed both my memorye & name. [_Ex. La Busse_. _Gan_. What a lardge passage or cyrcompherence Theise prynces make to come unto the way Which lyes before theire nosses! tys lost wytt To seeke an engyne for the desperatt, Why, deathes in all he looks on; but to hope Saftye were more then dyetye[105] can promysse. Let it suffyce all's true, & thus I rest: If I dye once, not ever, I am blest. |
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