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Beside him sat Bolingbroke,
gloomy and stern,
Nor dared his dark eyes on his victim to turn;
The wrinkles of care o'er his features were spread,
And thorns lined the crown that encircled his head.
But Harry of Monmouth
some guests had brought in,
Who drank so much liquor, and made such a din,
(While Arthur full loudly his mirth did disclose
At Falstaff's fat belly and Bardolph's red nose)
That he turned them all out with monarchial pride,
And laid the plumed cap of his revels aside,
And put on the helmet, and breastplate, and shield,
That did such great service on Agincourt's field.
Nor dared his dark eyes on his victim to turn;
The wrinkles of care o'er his features were spread,
And thorns lined the crown that encircled his head.
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Who drank so much liquor, and made such a din,
(While Arthur full loudly his mirth did disclose
At Falstaff's fat belly and Bardolph's red nose)
That he turned them all out with monarchial pride,
And laid the plumed cap of his revels aside,
And put on the helmet, and breastplate, and shield,
That did such great service on Agincourt's field.
The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | ||