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THE THIRD.
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Lord.

Thou hast a gallant spirit, which I fear
[Aside.Will be imposed on by the closer sort!

Clarence.
Well, I'll endeavour to take
Lord Percy's advice; I have been used so much
To dignity, that I'm sick on't.

Queen Philippa.
Fie, fie, Lord Clarence, you proceed not to business,
But speak of your own pleasures.
I hope their lordships will excuse your giddiness.

Clarence.
My Lords, the French have fitted out many
Small ships of war that, like to ravening wolves,
Infest our English seas, devouring all
Our burden'd vessels, spoiling our naval flocks.
The merchants do complain, and beg our aid.

Percy.
The merchants are rich enough;
Can they not help themselves?