Sir John Oldcastle by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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Sir John would quickly rid ye of that care.
SUFFOLK. The King is coming. Fear ye not, my Lord; The very first thing I will break with him Shall be about your matter. [Enter King Henry and Huntington in talk.] KING. My Lord of Suffolk, Was it not said the Clergy did refuse To lend us money toward our wars in France? SUFFOLK. It was, my Lord, but very wrongfully. KING. I know it was, for Huntington here tells me, They have been very bountiful of late. SUFFOLK. And still they vow, my gracious Lord, to be so, Hoping your majesty will think of them As of your loving subjects, and suppress All such malicious errors as begin To spot their calling, and disturb the church. KING. God else forbid: why, Suffolk, is there |
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