Reading The life and death of King Iohn — William Shakespeare

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Dolph.

A noble temper dost thou shew in this,

And great affections wrastling in thy bosome

Doth make an earth‑quake of Nobility:

Oh, what a noble combat hast fought

Between compulsion, and a braue respect:

Let me wipe off this honourable dewe,

That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes:

My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares,

Being an ordinary Inundation:

But this effusion of such manly drops,

This showre, blowne vp by tempest of the soule,

Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd

Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen

Figur'd quite ore with burning Meteors.

Lift vp thy brow (renowned Salisburie)

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