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Who goes there?
Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow Never to lie and take his natural rest Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
Come on, my masters, each man take his stand: The king by this is set him down to sleep.