Reading The Tragedy of Richard the Third — William Shakespeare

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Fellowes in Armes, and my most louing Frends

Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny,

Thus farre into the bowels of the Land,

Haue we marcht on without impediment;

And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley

Lines of faire comfort and encouragement:

The wretched, bloody and vsurping Boare,

(That spoyl'd your Summer Fields, and fruitfull Vines)

Swilles your warm blood like wash, & makes his trough

In your embowel'd bosomes: This foule Swine

Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle,

Ne're to the Towne of Leicester, as we learne:

From Tamworth thither, is but one dayes march.

In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,

To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace,

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