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O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

      — Julius Caesar, Act III Scene 2

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KEYWORD: win

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Richard II
[II, 3]

Henry IV

1320

An offer, uncle, that we will accept:
But we must win your grace to go with usTo Bristol castle, which they say is held
By Bushy, Bagot and their complices,
The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

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Richard II
[III, 2]

King Richard II

1598

Thou chidest me well: proud Bolingbroke, I come
To change blows with thee for our day of doom.
This ague fit of fear is over-blown;
An easy task it is to win our own.
Say, Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power?
Speak sweetly, man, although thy looks be sour.

3

Richard II
[V, 1]

King Richard II

2350

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,
To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
From which awaked, the truth of what we are
Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim Necessity, and he and I
Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France
And cloister thee in some religious house:
Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
Which our profane hours here have stricken down.

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Richard II
[V, 3]

Henry IV

2609

Intended or committed was this fault?
If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,
To win thy after-love I pardon thee.

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