Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Then when thou wert Protetor to thy King.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. I see no reason, why a King of yeeres
Queene. Should be to be protected like a Child,
Queene. God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme:
Queene. Giue vp your Staffe, Sir, and the King his Realme.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. My Staffe? Here, Noble Henry, is my Staffe:
Glost. As willingly doe I the same resigne,
Glost. As ere thy Father Henry made it mine;
Glost. And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it,
Glost. As others would ambitiously receiue it.
Glost. Farewell good King: when I am dead, and gone,
Glost. May honorable Peace attend thy Throne.
Glost. Exit Gloster.
Queene. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen,
Queene. And Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe,
Queene. That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once;
Queene. His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.