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KING JOHN ,

[Act V.

Sal And the like tender of our love we make,To rest without a spot for evermore.

P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would giveyou thanks,

And knows not how to do it, but with tears.

Bast. O, let us pay the time hut needful woe,Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.—This England never did, (nor never shall,)

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,

But when it first did help to wound itself.

Now these her princes are come home again,Come the three corners of the world in arms,And we shall shock them : Nought shall makeus rue,

If England to itself do rest but true. £ Exeunt.