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Bed put forth with the body.Enter WARWICK WARWICK. Come hithergracious sovereignview this body. KING HENRY. That is to see how deep my grave is made; For with his soul fled all my worldly solaceForseeing himI see my life in death. WARWICK. As surely as my soul intends to live With that dread King that took our state upon Him To free us from his Father's wrathful curseI do believe that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice-famed Duke. SUFFOLK. A dreadful oathsworn with a solemn tongue christian louboutin rolando! What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? WARWICK. See how the blood is settled in his face. Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghostOf ashy semblancemeagrepaleand bloodlessBeing all descended to the labouring heartWhoin the conflict that it holds with deathAttracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemyWhich with the heart there coolsand ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. But seehis face is black and full of blood; His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd Staring full ghastly like a strangled man; His hair uprear'dhis nostrils stretch'd with struggling; His hands abroad display'das one that grasp'd And tugg'd for lifeand was by strengtyilai: ugg boots clearance 201005112112002850anc |
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