Reading The life and death of King Iohn — William Shakespeare

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You haue beguil'd me with a counterfeit

Resembling Maiesty, which being touch'd and tride,

Proues valuelesse: you are forsworne, forsworne,

You came in Armes to spill mine enemies bloud,

But now in Armes, you strengthen it with yours.

The grapling vigor, and rough frowne of Warre

Is cold in amitie, and painted peace,

And our oppression hath made vp this league:

Arme, arme, you heauens, against these periur'd Kings,

A widdow cries, be husband to me (heauens)

Let not the howres of this vngodly day

Weare out the daies in Peace; but ere Sun‑set,

Set armed discord 'twixt these periur'd Kings,

Heare me, Oh, heare me.

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