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Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, You having lands, and bless'd with beauteous wives, How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-- Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I'll make you quiet. What!--cheerly, my hearts.