Lan. And see how coldly his looks make denial.
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ar. She smiles, now for my life his mind ischanged. Lan. I'll rather lose his friendship, I, than grant. Y. Mor. Well, of necessity it must be so. 240 My lords, that I abhor base GavestonI hope your honours make no question,And therefore, though I plead for his repeal,'Tis not for his sake, but for our avail!Nay, for the realm's behoof, and for the king's. 245 Lan. Fie, Mortimer, dishonour not thyself!Can this be true, 'twas good to banish him?And is this true, to call him home again?Such reasons make white black, and dark night day. Y. Mor. My lord of Lancaster, mark the respect. 250
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