Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clarence. Clarence.
Clarence. Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christen
Clarence. dome.
King. King.
King. Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty,
King. Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable,
King. All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie,
King. One way, or other, shee is for a King,
King. And shee shall be my Loue, or else my Queene.
King. Say, that King Edward take thee for his Queene?
Wid. Wid.
Wid. 'Tis better said then done, my gracious Lord:
Wid. I am a subiect fit to ieast withall,
Wid. But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne.
King. Sweet Widow, by my State I sweare to thee,
King. I speake no more then what my Soule intends,
King. And that is, to enioy thee for my Loue.
Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto: