Sir Thomas More by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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page 38 of 144 (26%)
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Do ye refuse it?
LINCOLN. You would have us upon this, would you? no, marry, do we not; we accept of the king's mercy, but we will show no mercy upon the strangers. SERGEANT. You are the simplest things that ever stood In such a question. LINCOLN. How say ye now, prentices? prentices simple! down with him! ALL. Prentices simple! prentices simple! [Enter the Lord Mayor, Surrey, Shrewsbury, More.] LORD MAYOR. Hold! in the king's name, hold! SURREY. Friends, masters, countrymen-- LORD MAYOR. Peace, how, peace! I charge you, keep the peace! SHREWSBURY. My masters, countrymen-- |
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