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Queen. "Twill make me think,

Had he done so to great and growing men, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune They might have liv'd to bear, and he to taste Runs 'gainst the bias. *

Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance.

We lop away, that bearing boughs may live : Queen. My legs can keep no measure in de. Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, light,

[grief: Which waste of idle lours bath quite thrown When my poor heart no measure keeps in

down. Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport. 1 Serr. What, think you then, the king shall 1 Ludy. Madam, we'll tell tales.

be depos'd; Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy?

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos’d, 1 Ludy. Of either, madam.

"Tis doubt, he will be; Leiters came last Queen. Of neither, girl :

night For if of joy, being altogether wanting, To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; That tell black tidings. Or if of grief, being altogether had,

Queen. O, I am press'd to death, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: Through want of speaking !--Thon, old Adam s For what I have, I need not to repeat;

likeness, (Coming from her conceulment. And what I want, it bootst not to complain. Set to dress this garden, how dares 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause;

news ? But thou should’st please me better, would'st What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee

To make a second fall of cursed man? 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos'd ? you good.

Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Queen. And I could weep, would weeping Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when, and do me good,

how,

[wretch. And never borrow any tear of thee.

Cam’st thou by these ill tidings ? speak, thou But stay, here come the gardeners :

Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, Let's step into the shadow of these trees.- To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true.

King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Enter a GARDENER, and two Servants.

Of Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

weigh'ı: They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so

In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe. And some few vanities that make him light;

(Queen and LADIES retire. But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apri- Besides himself, are all the English peers, cocks,

And with that odds he weighis king Richard Which, like unruly children, make their sire

down. Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight; Post you to London, and you'll find it so; Give some supportance to the bending twigs.- | I speak no more than every one doth know. Go thou, and like an executioner,

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,

of foot, That look too lofty in our commonwealth:

Doth not thy embassage belong to me, All must be even in our government.

And am I last that knows it? 0, thou think'st You thus employ'd, I will go root away

To serve me last, that I may longest keep The noisome weeds, that without profit suck Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers. To meet at London London's king in woe. 1 Sere. Why, should we, in the compass of What, was I born to this! that my sad look a pale,

Should grace the triumph of great BolingKeep law, and form, and due proportion,

Broke? Showing, as in a model, our firm estate ? Gardener, for telling me this news of woe, When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up,

grow. (Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES. Her fruit-trees all unprun’d, her hedges ruin'd, Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state night Her knotsş disorder'd, and her wholesome

be no worse, Swarming with caterpillars ?

[herbs I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.Gard. Hold thy peace :

Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, He that hath sufler'd this disorder'd spring,

I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Hath now himself met with the fall of leat: Rue, even for ruth,t here shortly shall be seen, The weeds that his broad-spreading leaves in the remembrance of a weeping queen. did shelter,

Ereunt. That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,

ACT IV. Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke; I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. SCENE 1.- London. --Westminster Hail. 1 Serv. What, are they dead?

The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; Gurd. They are ; and Bolingbroke

the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons Hath seiz'd the wasteful king.-Oh! What below. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURpity is it,

(land, REY, NORTHUMBERLAND,PERCY,FITZWATER, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his

another LORD, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of As we this garden! We at time of year

WESTMINSTER, und Attendants. Officers be Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; hind, with Bagot, Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself :

Baling. Call forth Bagot:

Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind;" * A weight fixed on one side of the bowl which tums it

What thou dost know of noble Gloster's aeath from the straight line. Profits. Inclorure. Figures planted in box.

* No doubt.

# Pity.

it up.

Who wrought it with the king, and who per- Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence form'd

then; The bloody office of his timeless* end.

And you can witness with me, this is true. Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Au- Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itselt merle.

is true. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. that mari.

Surrey. Dishonourable boy! Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your dar. That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, ing tongue

That it shall render vengeance and revenge, Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie In that dead time when Gloster's death was In earth as quiet as thy father's scull. plotted,

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; I heard you say, -Is not my arm of length, Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st. That reucheth from the restful English court Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward. As far us Culais, to my uncle's head ?

horse! Amongst much other talk, that very time, If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, The offer of a hundred thousand crowns, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies, Than Bolingbroke's return to England; And líes, and lies : there is my bond of faith, Adding withal, how blest this land would be, To tie thee to my strong correction.In this your cousin's death.

As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal : What answer shall I make to this base man? Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy nen On equal terms to give him chastisement ? To execute the noble duke at Calais. Either I must or have mine honour soil'd

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a With the attainder of his sland'rous lips.

gage, There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. And will maintain, what thou hast said, is Boling. These differences shall all rest under false,

gage, In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeald he shall be, 'To stain the temper of my knightly sword. And, though mine enemy, restor'd again Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take To all his lax i and signories; when he's too

turn'u, Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. best

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Filz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field By that fair sun' that shows me where thou Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, stand'st,

[it, Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave It thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liebt; His body to that pleasant country's earth. And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. Under whose colours he had fought so long, Aum. Thou dar’st not, coward, live" to see Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead? that day.

Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet goul hour.

to the bosom Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for Of good old Abraham-Lords appellants, this.

Your differences shall all rest under gage, Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as Till we assign you to your days of trial.

true, In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;

Enter York, attended. And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to To prove it on thee to the extremest point

thee

(soul Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st. From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing

Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields And never brandish more revengeful steel To the possession of thy royal hand: Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

Ascend his throne, descending now from him, --Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn And long live Henry, of that name the fourth' Aumerle;

Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the rega And spur thee on with full as many lies

throne. As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear Car. Marry, God forbid !-From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Engage it to the trial, if thoi dar'st.

Yet best beseeming me to speak the iruth. Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll Would God, that any in this noble presence throw at all :

Wcre enough noble to be upright judge I have a thousand spirits in one breast, Of noble Richard ; then true nobless* would To answer twenty thousand such as you. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remeniber What subject can give sentence on his king! well

And who sits here, that is not Richard's sub The very tine Aumerle and you did talk.

ject?

seen.

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Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, | Here, on this side, my hand; on that siive,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them:

thine.
And shall the figure of God's majesty,

Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,

That owes* iwo buckets filling one another ;
Anointed, crowned, planted many years, The emptier ever dancing in the air,
Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath, The other down, unseen, and full of water:
Anů ne himself not present? (), forbid it, God, That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
That, in a Christian climate, souls refin' Drinking my grief, whilst you mount up on
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a

high.
deed!

Boling, I thought you had been willing to I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

resign.
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,

are mine :
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: You may my glories and my state depose,
And if you crown him, let me prophesy, But not my griets; still am I king of those.
The blood of English shall manure the ground, Boling. Part of your cares you give me with
And future ages groan for this foul act;

your crown.
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels, K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars

cares down. Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind con- My care is-loss of care, by old care done; Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, (found; Your care is-gain of care, by new care won: Shall bere inhabit, and this land be call'd The cares I give, I have, though given away; The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. They tendt the crown, yet still with me they 0, if you rear this house against this house,

stay. It will the woefullest division prove,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the That ever fell upon this cursed earth:

crown? Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

K. Rich. Ay, no;-no, ay ;—for I must noLest child, child's children, cry against you~

thing be; woe!

Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. North. We'll have you argu’d, Sir; and for Now mark me how I will undo myself :your pains,

I give this heavy weight from off my head,
Of capital treason we arrest you here: And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
To keep him safely till his day of trial. - With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
May't please you, lords, to grant the common's With mive own hands I give away my crown,
suit.

With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common With mine own breath release all duteous view

All pomp and majesty I do forswear; (oaths:
He may surrender; so we shall proceed My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
Without suspicion.

My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:
York. I will be his conduct.* [Exit. God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
Boling. Lords, you that are here under our God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!
arrest,

(swer:- Make me, that nothing have, with nothing Procure your sureties for your days of an

griev'd;

(chiev'd? Little are we beholden to your love, [To CAR- And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all a

Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
And little look'd for at your helping hands. And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!
Re-enter York, with King RICHARD, and Ofi- And send him many years of sunshine days!-

God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, cers beuring the crown, &c.

What more remains ?
K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, North. No more, but that you read
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

Offering a Paper.
Wherewith I reign'd? ) hardly yet have learn's These accusations, and these grievous crimes,
To insinuate, Hatter. bow, and bend my Committed by your person, and your followers,
knee:-

Against the state and profit of this land;
Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

That, by confessing them, the souls of men
To this submission. Yet I well remember May deem that you are worthily depos'd.
The favourst of these men: Were they not K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I rarel
mine?

out
Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? My weav'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland,
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, If thy offences were upon record,
Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou. Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop,
sand, none.

To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,
God save the king !-Will no man say, amen? There should'st thou find one heinous article,
Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Containing the deposing of a king,
God save the king! although I be not he; And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,--
And yet, amen, it heaven do think him me.- Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of
To do what service am I sent for hither?

heaven :
York. To do that office, of thine own good Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me,
will,

Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myWhich tired majesty did make thee offer,

self,

(hands, The resignation of thy state and crown Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your To Henry Bolingbroke.

Showing an outward' pity ; yet you Pilates 6. Rich. Give me the crown:-Here, cousin, Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, seize the crown;

And water cannot wash away your sin.

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North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way articles.

How to lament the cause. I'll beg one bon, K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I can. And then be gone, and trouble you no moro. not see:

Shall I obtain it?
And yet salt water blinds them not so much, Boling. Name it, fair cousin.
But they can see a sort* of traitors here.

K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am grezier Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

than a king: I find myself a traitor with the rest:

For, when I was a king, my flatterers For I have given here my soul's consent, Were then but subjects; being now a subject, To undeck the pompous body of a king; I have a king here to my flatterer. Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave; Being so great, I have no need to beg. Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. Boling. Yet ask. North. My lord,

K. Rich. And shall I have? K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught,t in- Boling. You shall. sulting man,

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title,- Boling. Whither? No, not that name was given me at the font,- K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from But 'tis usurp'd:-Alack the heavy day,

your sights. That I have worn so many winters out,

Boling? Go, some of you, convey him to the And know not now what name to call myself!

Tower. Ó, that I were a mockery king of snow, K. Rich. O, good! Convey?-Conveyers* Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

are you all, To melt myself away in water-drops!

That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. Good king, great king,-(and yet not greatly [Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a good,)

Guard. An if my word be sterling yet in England, Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly Let it command a mirror hither straight;

set down That it may show me what a face I have, Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. Since it is bankrupt of his majesty:

[E.reunt all but the ABBOT, Bishop of Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking

CARLISLE, and AUMERLE. glass.

[Erit an Attendant. Abbot. A woful pageant have we here beNorth. Read o'er this paper, while the glass

held. doth come.

Car. The woe's to come; the children yet K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I

unborn come to hell.

Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northum- Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot berland.

To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? North. The commons will not then be satis- Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herefied.

You shall not only take the sacrament [in, K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read To buryt mine intents, but to effect enough,

Whatever I shall happen to devise :-When I do see the very book indeed

I see your brows are full of discontent, Where all my sins are writ, and that's-my- Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears; self.

Come home with me to supper; I will lay

A plot, shall show us all a merry day:
Re-enter Attendunt, with a Glass.

[Exeunt. Give me that glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck

ACT V So many blows upon this face of mine,

SCENE 1.-London.-A Street leading to And made no deeper wounds?—0, flattering

the Tower. Like to my followers in prosperity, (glass, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,

Enter Queen, and LADIES. That every day under his household roof

Queen. This way the king will come; this is Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face,

To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies, Is doom'd a prisoner, by proud Bolingbroke : And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth A brittle glory shineth in this face:

Have any resting for her true king's queen. As brittle as the glory is the face;

(Dashes the Glass against the ground. Enter King RICHARD, and Guards. For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, - But soft, but see, or rather do not see, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold;

Boling. The shadow of your sorrow hath That you in pity may dissolve to dew, The shadow of your face.

[destroy'd | And wash him fresh again with true-love K. Rich. Say that again.

tears.-The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :- Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand; "Tis very true, my grief lies all within; Thou maps of honour; thou king Richard's And these external manners of lament

tomb, Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, And not king Richard; thou most beauteous That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul;

inn,

(thee, There lies the substance: and I thank thee, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg‘d in king,

When triumph is become an ale-house guest? For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st

* Jugglers, also robbers. + Conceal.
# Ilaughty
| Tower of London,

Picture of greatness.

the way,

moans.

K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do Part us, Northumberland; I towards the not so,

north,

[clime To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, Where shivering cold and sickness pines thr To think our former state a happy dream; My wife to France; from whence set forth in From which awak'd, the truth of what we are

pomp, Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, She came adorned hither like sweet May, To grim necessity; and he and I [France, Sent back like Hallowmas,* or short'st of day, Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to Queen. And must we be divided? must we And cloister thee in some religious house :

part? Our holy lives must win a new world's crown, K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and Which our profane hours here have stricken

heart from heart. down.

Queen. Banish us both, and send the king Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape

with me. and mind

[broke North. That were some love, but little policy. Transform’d, and weakened ? Hath Boling- Qucen. Then whither he goes, thither let me Depos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy

go? heart?

K. Rich. So two, together weeping, maka The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,

one woe. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; rage

Better far off, than-near, bé ne'er the near't To be p'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod;

groans. And fawn on rage with base humility,

Queen. So longest way shall have the longest Which art a lion, and a king of beasts? K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed ; if aught K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the but beasts,

way being short, I had been still a happy king of men.

And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, France :

[tak'st, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. Think, I am dead; and that even here thou One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly As from my death-bed, my last living leave.

part; In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. With good old folks ; and let them tell thee

[They kiss. Of woful ages, long ago betid :* (tales Queen, Give me mine own again ; 'twere no And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their good part, Tell thou the lamentable fall of me, [grief, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

(Kiss again. For why, the senseless brands will sympathize So, now I have my own again, begone, The heavy accent of thy moving tongue, | That I may strive to kill it with a groan. And, in compassion, weep the fire out:

K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this And some will mourn in ashes, some coal

fond delay: For the deposing of a rightful king. (black, Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.

[Excunt. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is SCENE II.-The same.-A Room in the Duke chang'd;

of York's Palace. You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.

Enter York, and his Duchess. And, madam, there is order ta’en for yon; With all swift speed you must away to France. Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder

the rest, wherewithal

When weeping made you break the story off The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne, Of our two cousins coming into London. The time shall not be many hours of age

York. Where did I leave ? More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Duch. At that sad stop, my lord, Shall break into corruption : thou shalt think, Where rude misgovern'd hands, from win. Though he divide the realm, and give thee

dow's tops,

shead. It is too little, helping him to all; (half, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's And he shall think, that thou, which know'st York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bol. the way

ingbroke,To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,To pluck him headlong from the usurped With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, throne.

While all tongues cried-God save thee, Bol. The love of wicked friends converts to fear;.

ingbroke!

(spake, That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, You would have thought the very windows To worthy danger, and deserved death.

So many greedy looks of young and old North. My guilt' be on my head, and there Through casements darted their desiring eyes

(with. Upon his visage; and that all the walls, Take leave, and part; for you must part forth- With painted imag'ry,t had said at once, K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd ?—Bad man, ye Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! violate

Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me; Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's And then, betwixt me and my married wife.

neck, Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.- * All-hallows, i. e. All-saints, Nov 1.

+ Never the nigher. Passed.

+ Be even with theu. i Tapestry hung from the windows

an end.

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