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I then moved you ,
My Lord of Canterbury , and got your leave
To make this present summons . Unsolicited
I left no reverend person in this court ,
But by particular consent proceeded
Under your hands and seals . Therefore go on ,
For no dislike i’ th’ world against the person
Of the good queen , but the sharp thorny points
Of my allegèd reasons drives this forward .
Prove but our marriage lawful , by my life
And kingly dignity , we are contented
To wear our mortal state to come with her ,
Katherine our queen , before the primest creature
That’s paragoned o’ th’ world .

He doth me wrong to feed me with delays .
I’ll dive into the burning lake below
And pull her out of Acheron by the heels .
Marcus , we are but shrubs , no cedars we ,
No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops’ size ,
But metal , Marcus , steel to the very back ,
Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can
bear ;
And sith there’s no justice in Earth earth nor hell ,
We will solicit heaven and move the gods
To send down Justice for to wreak our wrongs .
Come , to this gear . You are a good archer , Marcus .

Ad Jovem , that’s for you ; — here , Ad Apollinem ; —
Ad Martem , that’s for myself ; —
Here , boy , to Pallas ; — here , to Mercury ; —
To Saturn , Caius — not to Saturnine !
You were as good to shoot against the wind .
To it , boy ! — Marcus , loose when I bid .
Of my word , I have written to effect ;
There’s not a god left unsolicited .