Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds,
Queen. And threw it towards thy Land: The Sea receiu'd it,
Queen. And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart:
Queen. And euen with this, I lost faire Englands view,
Queen. And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart,
Queen. And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles,
Queen. For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast.
Queen. How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue
Queen. (The agent of thy foule inconstancie)
Queen. To sit and watch me as Ascanius did,
Queen. When he to madding Dido would vnfold
Queen. His Fathers Acts, commenc'd in burning Troy.
Queen. Am I not witcht like her? Or thou not false like him?
Queen. Aye me, I can no more: Dye Elinor,
Queen. For Henry weepes, that thou dost liue so long.
Queen. Noyse within. Enter Warwicke, and many
Queen. Commons.
War. War.
War. It is reported, mighty Soueraigne,
War. That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred