Reading The life and death of King Richard the Second

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Rich.

But now the blood of twentie thousand men

Did triumph in my face, and they are fled,

And till so much blood thither come againe,

Haue I not reason to looke pale, and dead?

All Soules that will be safe, flye from my side,

For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride.

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