Sir Thomas More by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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page 54 of 144 (37%)
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Bravely, John Lincoln, let thy death express,
That, as thou liv'dst a man, thou diest no less. LINCOLN. Doll Williamson, thine eyes shall witness it.-- Then to all you that come to view mine end I must confess, I had no ill intent, But against such as wronged us over much: And now I can perceive it was not fit That private men should carve out their redress, Which way they list; no, learn it now by me,-- Obedience is the best in each degree: And asking mercy meekly of my king, I patiently submit me to the law; But God forgive them that were cause of it! And, as a Christian, truly from my heart I likewise crave they would forgive me too (As freely as I do forgive their wrong) That others by example of the same Henceforth be warned to attempt the like Gainst any alien that repaireth hither. Fare ye well, all: the next time that we meet, I trust in heaven we shall each other greet. [He leaps off.] DOLL. Farewell, John Lincoln: say all what they can, Thou liv'dst a good fellow, and diedst an honest man. |
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