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Here on this molehill will I sit me down. To whom God will, there be the victory! For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too, Have chid me from the battle; swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence. Would I were dead! When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean: So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.

Ah, what a life were this! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle. His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.

Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body. O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow More than my body's parting with my soul! My love and fear glued many friends to thee; And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts. Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York, The common people swarm like summer flies; And whither fly the gnats but to the sun? And who shines now but Henry's enemies? O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds, Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!

And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do, Or as thy father and his father did, Giving no ground unto the house of York, They never then had sprung like summer flies; I and ten thousand in this luckless realm Had left no mourning widows for our death; And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air? And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?

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Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: The foe is merciless, and will not pity; For at their hands I have deserved no pity. The air hath got into my deadly wounds, And much effuse of blood doth make me faint. Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest; I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.

A forest in the north of England. Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands First Keeper Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer. Second Keeper I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. First Keeper That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.

Here stand we both, and aim we at the best: And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befell me on a day In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Second Keeper Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.

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Her suit is now to repossess those lands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life. I see the lady hath a thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit. May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.

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Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. I'll try this widow's wit. I was, I must confess, Great Albion's queen in former golden days: But now mischance hath trod my title down, And with dishonour laid me on the ground; Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, And to my humble seat conform myself.

Seats her by him. Hath not our brother made a worthy choice? The king by this is set him down to sleep. Second Watchman What, will he not to bed? First Watchman Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow Never to lie and take his natural rest Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd. Second Watchman To-morrow then belike shall be the day, If Warwick be so near as men report. Third Watchman But say, I pray, what nobleman is that That with the king here resteth in his tent?

First Watchman 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend. Third Watchman O, is it so? But why commands the king That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himself keeps in the cold field?

Second Watchman 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous. Third Watchman Ay, but give me worship and quietness; I like it better than a dangerous honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted he would waken him. First Watchman Unless our halberds did shut up his passage. Second Watchman Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent, But to defend his person from night-foes? And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the Bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe. Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. And I the rather wean me from despair For love of Edward's offspring in my womb: This is it that makes me bridle passion And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.

Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down, But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,-- For trust not him that hath once broken faith,-- I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary, To save at least the heir of Edward's right: There shall I rest secure from force and fraud. This list is still growing and should not be considered definitive or complete. Currently, many entries lack buy prices, sell prices, upgrade information, and pictures. Daggers are melee weapons characterized by their fast speed and low damage.

They can be thrown at enemies in rapid succession, which mitigates their somewhat low damage; though individual hits are not as strong as those from a hammer or mace, more hits can be achieved in the same period of time. Survival Mode Sell price: Obtained by purchasing the additional storage chest for gold from the shop. Obtained in Level 31 Sell price: Swords are the only weapon type affected by the sword attack boost granted by many types of armor, and therefore they gain significant usefulness if a player's gear is specifically tailored to maximize sword damage.

Typically, swords have a medium speed, and medium to high damage. Although swords sometimes suffer from a mediocre base damage, many of them can be upgraded with Runes. Obtained by killing enemies in survival mode. Can be obtained randomly through chests loots or monster kills in Chapter 4 dungeons. Awards the "May the Magic be with you" achievement.

David underhanded a grenade right at the feet of the Elite, who looked down at and instantly kicked it away. When it went off, it was barely over the Jackals' heads. Most of them were slammed straight to the ground by the blast and Burke was already moving in with his shotgun to finish off the ones that weren't. One of the Grunts had been actually thrown towards him by the bomb and he clotheslined it with a pull of the trigger.

The Elite didn't seem to like that image too much. In fact, it raised its arms, bellowed, and shook its fists and rage. A second, smoke-trailed bullet crowned the tall alien and it fell back in a pool of violet blood. All that remained at that point were a handful of Grunts who by then decided it was everyone for themselves.

They were quickly picked off by assault and designated marksman rifle crossfire when they tried to flee. A lone Jackal, the one who survived the first grenade, tried to shout them into order, but soon found himself preoccupied with a Spartan I. Burke leveled his shotgun and the Jackal braced behind its yellow shield. The first buckshot blast knocked the shield to the side, the second put a hole in the creature's chest and sent the bloody carcass tumbling back across the road.

The ODSTs all whooped and cheered. Burke soaked it all in. He felt it was important to celebrate the victories. Reach's survival was not guaranteed, and the number of what could be called 'victories' would decrease drastically in the coming weeks.


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Dark times were indeed on approach, there was no denying that. But for now, the good guys had won.