Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye‑lids downe,
King. Slept in his Face, and rendred such aspect
King. As Cloudie men vse to doe to their aduersaries,
King. Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
King. And in that very Line, Harry, standest thou:
King. For thou hast lost thy Princely Priuiledge,
King. With vile participation. Not an Eye
King. But is awearie of thy common sight,
King. Saue mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more:
King. Which now doth that I would not haue it doe,
King. Make blinde it selfe with foolish tendernesse.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious Lord,
Prince. Be more my selfe.
King. King.
King. For all the World,
King. As thou art to this houre, was Richard then,
King. When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh;
King. And euen as I was then, is Percy now:
King. Now by my Scepter, and my Soule to boot,