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Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].

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SCENE I. The Duke's court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with soldiers.

Duke.
So that, from point to point, now have you heard
The fundamental reasons of this war;
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
And more thirsts after.

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1 Lord.
Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
On the opposer.

Duke.
Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord.
Good my lord,
The reasons of our state I cannot yield⁷ ^note,
But like a common and an outward man⁸ ^note

,
That the great figure of a council frames
By self-unable motion⁹ ^note

: therefore dare not
Say what I think of it; since I have found
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
As often as I guess'd.

Duke.
Be it his pleasure.

2 Lord.
But I am sure, the younger of our nature¹ ^note,
That surfeit on their ease, will, day by day,
Come here for physick.

Duke.
Welcome shall they be;
And all the honours, that can fly from us,
Shall on them settle: You know your places well;
When better fall, for your avails they fell:
To-morrow to the field. [Exeunt.

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