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...all of them at Bristol lost their heads. Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk...Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all...

...bills. Against thy seat both young and old rebel . And all goes worse than I have pow'r to tell. .AT. Rich. Too well , too well , thou tell'st a tale so...and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eves Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not...

...tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire ? where is he got ? What is become of Bushy ? Where is Green ? —No matter where; of comfort no...eyes Write sorrow on the bosom, of the earth ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies...

...talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphi; Make dnst our, paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on die bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk...to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbrohe'si And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth,...

...Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak* Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust...rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our...

...epitaphs, Make dusk our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so for...Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death : AnJ that small model of the barren earth, WThich serves as paste and cover to our bone?. For heav'n's...

...think of comfort. King Henry. No, my son is murder'd, My Queen a captive — No, talk not of comfort* Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. — Make...eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ! And yet not so — for what can I bequeath, Save my deposed body...

...Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Hake dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on...to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingt-roke's, And nothing can we call our own. but death; And that small model of the barren earth,...

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