Reading The First Part of henry the Fourth, with the life and Death of Henry Sirnamed Hot-spurre

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No more, no more,

Worse then the Sunne in March:

This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.

They come like Sacrifices in their trimme,

And to the fire‑ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre,

All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them:

The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit

Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,

To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh,

And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse,

Who is to beare me like a Thunder‑bolt,

Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales.

Harry to Harry, shall not Horse to Horse

Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?

Oh, that Glendower were come.

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