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...Bristol lost their heads. Aum. Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of...Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all...

...Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Busby ? where is Green ? —No matter where ; of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of...and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eves Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not...

...disinherited of that goodly portion, which nature lud so liberally iegarJtteJ to her. , M«VLet 's choose executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so— for what cm we ii-</*-st!>, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Sbjiif. My father bcij-Mibed me by will but...

...Earl of Wiltshire ? where is he got ? What is become of Bushy ? Where is Green ? —No matter where; of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of...eyes Write sorrow on the bosom, of the earth ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies...

...Where is the duke my father with his power? K. Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speak* Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust...rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our...

...[speak : K.Rieh- No matter where; of comfort no man t's talk of graves,. of worms, and epitaphs; Vlake dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's chuse executors, andfciik of wills: • And yet not ?o, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed...

...Earl of Wiltshire ? where is Bagot ? What is become of Bushby ? Where is Green ? — No matter where ; of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, Make dusk our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth ! Let's chuse executors,...

...think of comfort. King Henry. No, my son is murder'd, My Queen a captive — No, talk not of comfort* Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. — Make...eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ! And yet not so — for what can I bequeath, Save my deposed body...