Sir Thomas More by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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page 45 of 144 (31%)
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Give up yourself to form, obey the magistrate,
And there's no doubt but mercy may be found, If you so seek. To persist in it is present death: but, if you Yield yourselves, no doubt what punishment You in simplicity have incurred, his highness In mercy will most graciously pardon. ALL. We yield, and desire his highness' mercy. [They lay by their weapons.] MORE. No doubt his majesty will grant it you: But you must yield to go to several prisons, Till that his highness' will be further known. ALL. Most willingly; whether you will have us. SHREWSBURY. Lord Mayor, let them be sent to several prisons, And there, in any case, be well intreated.-- My lord of Surrey, please you to take horse, And ride to Cheapside, where the aldermen Are with their several companies in arms; Will them to go unto their several wards, Both for the stay of furth mutiny, And for the apprehending of such persons |
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