Henry the Sixth, Part III, [2.2.163-169]. George. “But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,/ And that thy summer bred us no increase,/ We set the axe to thy usurping root;/ And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,/ Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,/ We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down/ Or bath’d thy growing with our heated bloods.”

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