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

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King.

How now my Lord of Worster? 'Tis not well

That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes,

As now we meet. You haue deceiu'd our trust,

And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace,

To crush our old limbes in vngentle steele;

This is not well, my Lord, this is not well.

What say you to it? Will you againe vnknit

This churlish knot of all‑abhorred Warre?

And moue in that obedient Orbe againe,

Where you did giue a faire and naturall light,

And be no more an exhall'd Meteor,

A prodigie of Feare, and a Portent

Of broached Mischeefe, to the vnborne Times?

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