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| SIR THOMAS MORE
48 [The waits plays; enter Lord Mayorso many Aldermen as maythe Lady Mayoress in scarletwith other Ladies and Sir Thomas More's Daughters; Servants carrying lighted torches by them.] MORE. Once againwelcomewelcomemy good Lord MayorAnd brethren allfor once I was your brotherAnd so I am still in heart: it is not state That can our love from London separate. Trueupstart foolsby sudden fortune triedRegard their former mates with naught but pride. But they that cast an eye still whence they cameKnow how they roseand how to use the same. LORD MAYOR. My lordyou set a gloss on London's fameAnd make it happy ever by your name. Needs must we saywhen we remember More'Twas he that drove rebellion from our door With grave discretions mild and gentle breathOhhow our city is by you renownedAnd with your virtues our endeavors crowned yilai: uggs outlet christian louboutin outlet http://www.vipbowler.com/proprietornet/index.php?topic=331156.msg593273#msg593273michael jordan heels! MORE. No moremy good Lord Mayor: but thanks to allThat on so short a summons you would come To visit him that holds your kindness dear.-- Madameyou are not merry with my Lady Mayoress And these fair ladies; pray yeseat them all:-- And heremy lordlet me appoint your place;-- The rest to seat themselves:--nayI'll weary ye; You |
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