The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
And is enough for both.
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[First Lord.] ['Tis] our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your Grace in health.
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess [he owes] the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
Whether I live or die, be you the sons