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Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
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Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
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Either of you to be the other's end.
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HASTINGS:
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So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
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RIVERS:
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And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
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KING EDWARD IV:
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Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,
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Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you;
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You have been factious one against the other,
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Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
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And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
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Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
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KING EDWARD IV:
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Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.
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DORSET:
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This interchange of love, I here protest,
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Upon my part shall be unviolable.
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HASTINGS:
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And so swear I, my lord
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KING EDWARD IV:
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Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
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With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
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And make me happy in your unity.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
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On you or yours,
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but with all duteous love
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Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
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With hate in those where I expect most love!
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When I have most need to employ a friend,
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And most assured that he is a friend
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Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
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Be he unto me! this do I beg of God,
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When I am cold in zeal to yours.
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KING EDWARD IV:
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A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
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is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
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There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
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To make the perfect period of this peace.
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BUCKINGHAM:
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And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.
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GLOUCESTER:
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Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen:
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And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
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KING EDWARD IV:
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Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day.
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Brother, we done deeds of charity;
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Made peace enmity, fair love of hate,
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Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
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GLOUCESTER:
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A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege:
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Amongst this princely heap, if any here,
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By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
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Hold me a foe;
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If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
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Have aught committed that is hardly borne
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By any in this presence, I desire
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To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
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'Tis death to me to be at enmity;
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I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
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First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
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Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
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Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
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If ever any grudge were lodged between us;
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Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you;
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That without desert have frown'd on me;
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Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
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I do not know that Englishman alive
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With whom my soul is any jot at odds
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More than the infant that is born to-night
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I thank my God for my humility.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH:
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A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
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I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
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My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
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To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
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GLOUCESTER:
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Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this
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To be so bouted in this royal presence?
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Who knows not that the noble duke is dead?
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