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A countryman
who seems a stranger to us.
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My ever gentle cousin.
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Welcome hither.
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- Stands Scotland where it did?
- Alas, poor country.
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Afraid to know itself. It cannot
be called our mother, but our grave.
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- What's the newest grief?
- Each minute teems a new one.
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- How does my wife?
- Well.
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- And my children?
- Well too.
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- The tyrant has not battered at them?
- No. They were well at peace.
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Be not a niggard of speech.
How goes it?
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Your eye in Scotland will create
soldiers, make our women fight.
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We are coming thither.
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Gracious England hath lent us
good Seyward and 10,000 men.
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An older and a better soldier none
that Christendom gives out.
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Would I could answer
this comfort with the like.
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But I have words that
will be howled out...
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...where hearing should not catch them.
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- What concern they?
- The main part pertains to you.
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If it be mine, keep it not from me.
Quickly, let me have it.
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Your castle is surprised,
your wife and babes slaughtered.
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Merciful heaven.