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Oh, I forgot.
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It was destroyed in a fire, wasn't it, Prior?
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It's here, Your Majesty.
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You shall rule for ill or good,
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till saintly skulls weep tears of blood.
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Your Majesty, I bring you news from the battlefield.
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Lord and Gloucester have attacked your army at Lincoln.
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And an arrow has pierced her armor.
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Let peace survive and war depart
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when arrows pierce my daughter's heart...
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- Is she dead? - No.
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She survived.