Reading The third Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Duke of Yorke

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War.

Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:

Ile kill my Horse, because I will not flye:

Why stand we like soft‑hearted women heere,

Wayling our losses, whiles the Foe doth Rage,

And looke vpon, as if the Tragedie

Were plaid in iest, by counterfetting Actors.

Heere on my knee, I vow to God aboue,

Ile neuer pawse againe, neuer stand still,

Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine,

Or Fortune giuen me measure of Reuenge.

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