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Twilbe needles; I am resolvd to meet her in revolt, Hug infidelity with as strong a faith As she can possible; and if mans mallice Can passe a womans, my dispight shall winne Preheminence. I will inquire out one By nature framd in scorne of bewty, and In your perfidious daughters presence give her That heart which she reiected. Lady.
A Toade swelles with thicke troubled poison, you swell with poisonous perturbations, your mallice hath not a cleare dram of anie inspired disposition.
What I shall yet doe, With all the industrie and strength I have lent me And grace of heaven to guid, so it but satisfie The expectation of the State commaunds me And in my Cuntries eye appeere but lovely, I shall sitt downe, though old and bruizd yet happie; Nor can the bitter and bold tounge of mallice, That never yet spoke well of faire deservings, With all hir course aspersions floong upon me Make me forsake my dutie, touch or shake me Or gaine so much upon me as an anger, Whilst here I hold me loyall.
I charge ye draw your Guard off and disperce 'em: I have a powre as full as theirs. Cap. You'll find not; And I must have ye with me. Bar. And am I subiect That have stood the brunt of all their busines, And when they slept watcht to secure their slombers, Subiect to slights, to scornes, to taynts, to tortures? To feed one privat mallice am I betrayd?
Give me your hand, Sir; You have put me in a path I will tread strongly; Redeeme what I have lost, and that so nobely The world shall yet confes at least I lovd ye. How much I smile at now theis peoples mallice! Dispise their subtle ends, laugh at their Justice! And what a mightie Prince a constant man is!
Nor is it we that feele, I hope, nor you, Sir, That gives the cullour of this difference: Rumour has many tongues but few speak truth: We feele not onely, if we did 'twere happie Our Cuntry, Sir, our Cuntrie beares the blow too; But you were ever noble. Or. Good my Lords, Let it be free your Servant, chargd in mallice, If not fling of his crymes, at least excuse 'em To you my great correcter.
Hang up a hundred Coffins; I dare view 'em, And on their heads subscribe a hundred treasons It shakes not me, thus dare I smile upon 'em And strongly thus outlooke your fellest Justice. 2 Lord. Will ye bethinck ye, Sir, of what ye come for. Bar. I come to dye: bethinck you of your Justice And with what Sword ye strike, the edge of mallice.
I? goe to; ist come to this? Sir Hu. Sir, you must answer this. Sir Gef. Marke how the mischeife lookes. Alex. I doe defie thy mallice, thou falce Judge. Sir Hu. Const. Sir Hu. Madam, for you and for your Sonn, your crimes Being soe manifest, I wish you would Prepare your selves for heaven.
Yet believe, Gentlemen, Theis wrongs are neither few nor slight, nor followed By liberall tongues provokd by want or wine, For such were to be smild at and so slighted, But by those men, and shot so neer mine honour I feare my person too; but, so the State suffer not, I am as easie to forget. Will. Too easie; And that feeds up their mallice to a Monster.
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