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

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Why then I would not flye. Ah Mountague,

If thou be there, sweet Brother, take my Hand,

And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while.

Thou lou'st me not: for, Brother, if thou didst,

Thy teares would wash this cold congealed blood,

That glewes my Lippes, and will not let me speake.

Come quickly Mountague, or I am dead.

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