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From: Avenoso K. <dec...@ar...> - 2010-04-06 22:42:30
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Is._] _Enter Henry, Guise, Baligny, Esp[ernone], Soisson. Pericot with pen, incke, and paper._ _Guise._ Now, sir, I hope you're much abus'd eyes see In my word for my Clermont, what a villaine Hee was that whisper'd in your jealous eare His owne blacke treason in suggesting Clermonts, Colour'd with nothing but being great with mee. 5 Signe then this writ for his deliverie; Your hand was never urg'd with worthier boldnesse: Come, pray, sir, signe it. Why should Kings be praid To acts of justice? tis a reverence Makes them despis'd, and showes they sticke and tyre 10 In what their free powers should be hot as fire. _Henry._ Well, take your will, sir;--Ile have mine ere long.-- _Aversus._ But wherein is this Clermont such a rare one? _Gui._ In his most gentle and unwearied minde, Rightly to vertue fram'd in very nature; 15 In his most firme inexorable spirit To be remov'd from any thing hee chuseth For worthinesse; or beare the lest perswasion To what is base, or fitteth not his object; In his contempt of riches, and of greatnesse 20 In estimation of th'idolatrous vulgar; His scorne of all things servile and ignoble, Though they could ga |