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pdvmorris:

A better head her glorious body fitsThan his that shakes for age and feebleness:What should I don this robe, and trouble you?Be chosen with proclamations to-day,To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,And set abroad new business for you all?Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,And led my country’s strength successfully,And buried one and twenty valiant sons,Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,In right and service of their noble countryGive me a staff of honour for mine age,But not a sceptre to control the world:Upright he held it, lords, that held it last

pdvmorris:

A better head her glorious body fits
Than his that shakes for age and feebleness:
What should I don this robe, and trouble you?
Be chosen with proclamations to-day,
To-morrow yield up rule, resign my life,
And set abroad new business for you all?
Rome, I have been thy soldier forty years,
And led my country’s strength successfully,
And buried one and twenty valiant sons,
Knighted in field, slain manfully in arms,
In right and service of their noble country
Give me a staff of honour for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world:
Upright he held it, lords, that held it last


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