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

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Fal.

Though I could scape shot‑free at London, I fear

the shot heere: here's no scoring, but vpon the pate. Soft

who are you? Sir Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you:

here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea

uy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more

weight then mine owne Bowelles. I have led my rag of

Muffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my

150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg du

ring life. But who comes here?

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