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We need many many lines of text, like\n 39 this\n 40 and\n 41 this other\n 42 one\n 43 two\n 44 three\n 45 four\n 46 five\n 47 six\n 48 seven\n 49 eight\n 50 nine\n 51 ten\n 52 eleven\n 53 twelve\n 54 thirteen\n 55 fourteen\n 56 fifteen\n 57 sixteen\n 58 seventeen\n 59 eighteen\n 60 nineteen\n 61 twenty\n 62 <big><big><big>So shaken as we are, so wan with care,\n 63 Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,\n</big> 64 And breathe short-winded accents of new broils\n 65 To be commenced in strands afar remote.\n</big> 66 No more the thirsty entrance of this soil\n 67 Shall daub her lips with her own children\'s blood;\n</big> 68 <b>Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,\n 69 Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs\n</b> 70 <i>Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,\n 71 Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,\n</i> 72 All of one nature, of one substance bred,\n 73 Did lately meet in the intestine shock\n 74 And furious close of civil butchery\n 75 Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,\n 76 March all one way and be no more opposed\n 77 Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:\n 78 The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,\n 79 No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,\n 80 As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,\n 81 Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross\n 82 We are impressed and engaged to fight,\n 83 Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;\n 84 Whose arms were moulded in their mothers\' womb\n 85 To chase these pagans in those holy fields\n 86 Over whose acres walk\'d those blessed feet\n 87 Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail\'d\n 88 For our advantage on the bitter cross.\n 89 But this our purpose now is twelve month old,\n 90 And bootless \'tis to tell you we will go:\n 91 Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear\n 92 Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,\n 93 What yesternight our council did decree\n 94 In forwarding this dear expedience.\n 95 \n 96 Hear him but reason in divinity,\n 97 And all-admiring with an inward wish\n 98 You would desire the king were made a prelate:\n 99 Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,\n 100 You would say it hath been all in all his study:\n 101 List his discourse of war, and you shall hear\n 102 A fearful battle render\'d you in music:\n 103 Turn him to any cause of policy,\n 104 The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,\n 105 Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,\n 106 The air, a charter\'d libertine, is still,\n 107 And the mute wonder lurketh in men\'s ears,\n 108 To steal his sweet and honey\'d sentences;\n 109 So that the art and practic part of life\n 110 Must be the mistress to this theoric:\n 111 Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,\n 112 Since his addiction was to courses vain,\n 113 His companies unletter\'d, rude and shallow,\n 114 His hours fill\'d up with riots, banquets, sports,\n 115 And never noted in him any study,\n 116 Any retirement, any sequestration\n 117 From open haunts and popularity.\n 118 \n 119 I come no more to make you laugh: things now,\n 120 That bear a weighty and a serious brow,\n 121 Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,\n 122 Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,\n 123 e now present. Those that can pity, here\n 124 May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;\n 125 The subject will deserve it. Such as give\n 126 Their money out of hope they may believe,\n 127 May here find truth too. Those that come to see\n 128 Only a show or two, and so agree\n 129 The play may pass, if they be still and willing,\n 130 I\'ll undertake may see away their shilling\n 131 Richly in two short hours. Only they\n 132 That come to hear a merry bawdy play,\n 133 A noise of targets, or to see a fellow\n 134 In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,\n 135 Will be deceived; for, gentle hearers, know,\n 136 To rank our chosen truth with such a show\n 137 As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting\n 138 Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,\n 139 To make that only true we now intend,\n 140 Will leave us never an understanding friend.\n 141 Therefore, for goodness\' sake, and as you are known\n 142 The first and happiest hearers of the town,\n 143 Be sad, as we would make ye: think ye see\n 144 The very persons of our noble story\n 145 As they were living; think you see them great,\n 146 And follow\'d with the general throng and sweat\n 147 Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see\n 148 How soon this mightiness meets misery:\n 149 And, if you can be merry then, I\'ll say\n 150 A man may weep upon his wedding-day.\n 151 \n 152 <big>First, heaven be the record to my speech!\n 153 In the devotion of a subject\'s love,\n</big> 154 <b>Tendering the precious safety of my prince,\n 155 And free from other misbegotten hate,\n</b> 156 Come I appellant to this princely presence.\n 157 Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,\n 158 And mark my greeting well; for what I speak\n 159 My body shall make good upon this earth,\n 160 Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.\n 161 Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,\n 162 Too good to be so and too bad to live,\n 163 Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,\n 164 The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.\n 165 Once more, the more to aggravate the note,\n 166 With a foul traitor\'s name stuff I thy throat;\n 167 And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,\n 168 What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.\n 169 \n 170 Now is the winter of our discontent\n 171 Made glorious summer by this sun of York;\n 172 And all the clouds that lour\'d upon our house\n 173 In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.\n 174 Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;\n 175 Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;\n 176 Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,\n 177 Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.\n 178 Grim-visaged war hath smooth\'d his wrinkled front;\n 179 And now, instead of mounting barded steeds\n 180 To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,\n 181 He capers nimbly in a lady\'s chamber\n 182 To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.\n 183 But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,\n 184 Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;\n 185 I, that am rudely stamp\'d, and want love\'s majesty\n 186 To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;\n 187 I, that am curtail\'d of this fair proportion,\n 188 Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,\n 189 Deformed, unfinish\'d, sent before my time\n 190 Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,\n 191 And that so lamely and unfashionable\n 192 That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;\n 193 Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,\n 194 Have no delight to pass away the time,\n 195 Unless to spy my shadow in the sun\n 196 And descant on mine own deformity:\n 197 And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,\n 198 To entertain these fair well-spoken days,\n 199 I am determined to prove a villain\n 200 And hate the idle pleasures of these days.\n 201 Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,\n 202 By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,\n 203 To set my brother Clarence and the king\n 204 In deadly hate the one against the other:\n 205 And if King Edward be as true and just\n 206 As I am subtle, false and treacherous,\n 207 This day should Clarence closely be mew\'d up,\n 208 About a prophecy, which says that \'G\'\n 209 Of Edward\'s heirs the murderer shall be.\n 210 Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here\n 211 Clarence comes.\n 212 \n 213 To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,\n 214 it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and\n 215 hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,\n 216 mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my\n 217 bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine\n 218 enemies; and what\'s his reason? I am a Jew. Hath\n 219 not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,\n 220 dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with\n 221 the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject\n 222 to the same diseases, healed by the same means,\n 223 warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as\n 224 a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?\n 225 if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison\n 226 us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not\n 227 revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will\n 228 resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,\n 229 what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian\n 230 wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by\n 231 Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you\n 232 teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I\n 233 will better the instruction.\n 234 \n 235 Virtue! a fig! \'tis in ourselves that we are thus\n 236 or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which\n 237 our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant\n 238 nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up\n 239 thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or\n 240 distract it with many, either to have it sterile\n 241 with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the\n 242 power and corrigible authority of this lies in our\n 243 wills. If the balance of our lives had not one\n 244 scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the\n 245 blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us\n 246 to most preposterous conclusions: but we have\n 247 reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal\n 248 stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that\n 249 you call love to be a sect or scion.\n 250 \n 251 Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!\n 252 You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout\n 253 Till you have drench\'d our steeples, drown\'d the cocks!\n 254 You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,\n 255 Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,\n 256 Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,\n 257 Smite flat the thick rotundity o\' the world!\n 258 Crack nature\'s moulds, an germens spill at once,\n 259 That make ingrateful man! 260 5...\n 261 4...\n 262 3...\n 263 2...\n 264 1...\n 265 BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!</string> 266 </resources> 267
