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th sleeved gown, Fit to hide axes up. So, let us go. [_They go._ _Outside the castle by the great gate;_ Sir Lambert _and_ Sir Peter _seated; guards attending each, the rest of_ Sir Lambert's _men drawn up about a furlong off._ SIR PETER. And if I choose to take the losing side Still, does it hurt you? SIR LAMBERT. O! no hurt to me; I see you sneering, Why take trouble then, Seeing you love me not? Look you, our house (Which, taken altogether, I love much) Had better be upon the right side now, If, once for all, it wishes to bear rule As such a house should: cousin, you're too wise To feed your hope up fat, that this fair France Will ever draw two ways again; this side The French, wrong-headed, all a-jar With envious longings; and the other side The order'd English, orderly led on By those two Edwards through all wrong and right, And muddling right and wrong to a thick broth With that long stick, their strength. This is all changed, The true French win, on either side you have Cool-headed men, good at a tilting match, And good at setting battles in array, And good at squeezing taxes at due time; Therefore by nature we French being here Upon our own big land: [_Sir Peter laughs aloud._ Well, Peter! well! What makes you laugh? SIR PETER. Hearing you sweat to prove All this I know so well; but you have read The siege of Troy? SIR LAMBERT. O! yea, I know it well. SIR PETER. There! they were wrong, as wrong as men could be For, as I think, they found it such delight To see fair Helen going through their town; Yea, any little common thing she did (As stooping to pick a flower) seem'd so strange, So new in its great beauty, that they said: Here we will keep her living in this town, Till all burns up together. And so, fought, In a mad whirl of knowing they were wrong; Yea, they fought well, and ever, like a man That hangs legs off the ground by both his hands, Over some great height, did they struggle sore, Quite sure to slip at last; wherefore, take note How almost all men, reading that sad siege, Hold for the Trojans; as I did at le
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