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Chapter 150
Scene II. The rebel camp.Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon. Wor. O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal and kind offer of the King. Ver. 'Twere best he did. Wor. Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be The King should keep his word in loving us. He will suspect us still and find a time To punish this offence in other faults. Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death. My nephew's trespass may be well forgot; It hath the excuse of youth and
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