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They fell on: I made good my place; at length they came 
to the broom-staff with me; I defied ’em still: when suddenly 
a file of boys behind ’em, loose shot, delivered such a shower 
of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 
’em win the work : the devil was amongst ’em, I think, 
surely. 
V. iv. 56. 
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, 
and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the 
Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse, their 
dear brothers, are able to endure. 
V. iv. 63. 
She shall be loved and fear’d : her own shall bless her; 
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, 
And hang their heads with sorrow : good grows with her : 
In her days every man shall eat in safety, 
Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing 
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : 
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So shall she leave her blessedness to one, 
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness, 
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour 
Shall starlike rise, as great in fame as she was, 
And so stand fix’d : peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, 
That were the servants to this chosen infant, 
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him : 
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine 
His honour and the greatness of his name 
Shall be, and make new nations : he shall flourish, 
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches 
To all the plains about him : our children’s children 
Shall see this, and bless heaven. 
K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders. 
v. v. 43. 
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, 
An aged princess; many days shall see her, 
And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 
Would I had known no more ! but she must die, 
She must, the saints must have her : yet a virgin, 
A most unspotted lily shall she pass 
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. 
V> v. 57. 
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