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KING STEPHEN.
 Maud. A perjured slave!
 Chester.And for his perjury,Glocester has fit rewards—nay, I believe,He sets his bustling household's wits at workFor flatteries to ease this Stephen's hours,And make a heaven of his purgatory;Adorning bondage with the pleasant glossOf feasts and music, and all idle showsOf indoor pageantry; while syren whispers,Predestined for his ears, 'scape as half-check'dFrom lips the courtliest and the rubiest,Of all the realm, admiring of his deeds.
 Maud. A frost upon his summer!
 Chester.A queen's nodCan make his June December. Here he comes.******

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