Second Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes
To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished.
Third Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust
Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
Second Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof.
Third Lord. And cursed be he that will not second it.
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