A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 7 by Various
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JULIO. What is't your majesty commands?
TANCRED. Julio, if we have not our hope in vain, Nor all the trust we do repose in thee, Now must we try, if thou approve the same. Herein thy force and wisdom we must see, For our command requires them both of thee. JULIO. How by your grace's bounty I am bound Beyond the common bond, wherein each man Stands bound unto his king: how I have found Honour and wealth by favour in your sight, I do acknowledge with most thankful mind. My truth (with other means to serve your grace, Whatever you in honour shall assign) Hath sworn her power true vassal to your hest: For proof let but your majesty command, I shall unlock the prison of my soul; Although unkindly horror would gainsay, Yet in obedience to your highness' will, By whom I hold the tenor of this life, This hand and blade will be the instruments To make pale death to grapple with my heart. TANCRED. Well, to be short, for I am griev'd too long By wrath without revenge, I think you know Whilom there was a palace builded strong For war within our court, where dreadless peace Hath planted now a weaker entrance. But of that palace yet one vault remains |
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