Reading The life and death of King Iohn — William Shakespeare

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War, war, no peace, peace is to me a warre:

O Lymoges, O Austria, thou dost shame

That bloudy spoyle: thou slaue, thou wretch, yu coward,

Thou little valiant, great in villanie,

Thou euer strong vpon the stronger side;

Thou Fortunes Champion, that do'st neuer fight

But when her humourous Ladiship is by

To teach thee safety: thou art periur'd too,

And sooth'st vp greatnesse. What a foole art thou,

A ramping foole, to brag, and stamp, and sweare,

Vpon my partie: thou cold blooded slaue,

Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?

Beene sworne my Souldier, bidding me depend

Vpon thy starres, thy fortune, and thy strength,

And dost thou now fall ouer to my foes?

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