Sir John Oldcastle by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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Besides, there is hope from France: here's an ambassador
That promiseth both men and money too. The commons likewise (as we hear) pretend A sudden tumult; we will join with them. COBHAM. Some likelihood, I must confess, to speed; But how shall I believe this is plain truth? You are, my lords, such men as live in Court, And highly have been favoured of the king, Especially lord Scroop, whom oftentimes He maketh choice of for his bedfellow; And you, lord Gray, are of his privy counsel: Is not this a train to entrap my life? CAMBRIDGE. Then perish may my soul! What, think you so? SCROOP. We'll swear to you. GRAY. Or take the sacrament. COBHAM. Nay, you are noble men, and I imagine, As you are honorable by birth and blood, So you will be in heart, in thought, in word. I crave no other testimony but this: That you would all subscribe, and set your hands |
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