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Whiles the mad Mothers, with their howles confus'd,
Doe breake the Clouds; as did the Wiues of Iewry,
At Herods bloody-hunting flaughter-men.

What say you? Will you yeeld, and this auoyd?
Or guiltie in defence, be thus deftroy'd.

Enter Gouernour.

Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dolphin, whom of Succours we entreated,
Returnes vs, that his Powers are yet not ready,
To rayfe fo great a Siege: Therefore great King,
We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy foft Mercy :
Enter our Gates, difpofe of vs and ours,

For we no longer are defenfible.

King. Open your Gates: Come Vnckle Exeter,
Goe you and enter Harflew; there remaine,
And fortifie it strongly 'gainst the French :
Vfe mercy to them all for vs, deare Vnckle.

The Winter comming on, and Sickneffe growing
Vpon our Souldiers, we will retyre to Calis.
To night in Harflew will we be your Guest,
To morrow for the March are we addrest.

Flourish, and enter the Towne.

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Kat. Le doyts, ma foy Ie oublie, e doyt mays, ie me fouemeray le doyts ie penfe qu'ils ont appelle de fingres, ou de fingres.

Alice. Le main de Hand, le doyts le Fingres, ie penfe que ie fuis le bon efcholier.

Kath. Tay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois viftement, coment appelle vous le ongles?

Alice. Le ongles, les appellons de Nayles.

Kath. De Nayles efcoute: dites moy, fi ie parle bien: de
Hand, de Fingres, e de Nayles.

Alice. C'est bien dict Madame, il & fort bon Anglois.
Kath. Dites moy l'Anglois pour le bras.