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I promise you, I scarcely know myself:
Hear you the news abroad?
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I promise you, I scarcely know myself:
Hear you the news abroad?
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First Citizen. Neighbour, well met: whither away so fast?
Second Citizen. I promise you, I scarcely know myself:
Hear you the news abroad?
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Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better:
I fear, I fear 'twill prove a...
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Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better:
I fear, I fear 'twill prove a troublous world.
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First Citizen. Ay, that the king is dead.
Second Citizen. Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better:
I fear, I fear 'twill prove a troublous world.
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Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!
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Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!
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Third Citizen. Doth this news hold of good King Edward's death?
Second Citizen. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!
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In him there is a hope of government,
That in his nonage council under him,...
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In him there is a hope of government,
That in his nonage council under him,
And in his full and ripen'd years himself,
No doubt, shall then and till then govern well.
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Third Citizen. Woe to the land that's govern'd by a child!
Second Citizen. In him there is a hope of government,
That in his nonage council under him,
And in his full and ripen'd years himself,
No doubt, shall then and till then govern well.
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Truly, the souls of men are full of dread:
Ye cannot reason almost with a ma...
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Truly, the souls of men are full of dread:
Ye cannot reason almost with a man
That looks not heavily and full of fear.
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Third Citizen. When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but, if God sort it so,
'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.
Second Citizen. Truly, the souls of men are full of dread:
Ye cannot reason almost with a man
That looks not heavily and full of fear.
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Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
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Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
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Third Citizen. Before the times of change, still is it so:
By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust
Ensuing dangers; as by proof, we see
The waters swell before a boisterous storm.
But leave it all to God. whither away?
Second Citizen. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
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