Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lewis. Lewis.
Lewis. But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye?
Warw. Warw.
Warw. The more, that Henry was vnfortunate.
Lewis. Then further: all dissembling set aside,
Lewis. Tell me for truth, the measure of his Loue
Lewis. Vnto our Sister Bona.
War. War.
War. Such it seemes,
War. As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe.
War. My selfe haue often heard him say, and sweare,
War. That this his Loue was an externall Plant,
War. Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground,
War. The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne,
War. Exempt from Enuy, but not from Disdaine,
War. Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine.
Lewis. Now Sister, let vs heare your firme resolue.
Bona. Bona.