Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. King Lewis, I heere protest in sight of heauen,
War. And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse,
War. That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards;
War. No more my King, for he dishonors me,
War. But most himselfe, if he could see his shame.
War. Did I forget, that by the House of Yorke
War. My Father came vntimely to his death?
War. Did I let passe th'abuse done to my Neece?
War. Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne?
War. Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right?
War. And am I guerdon'd at the last, with Shame?
War. Shame on himselfe, for my Desert is Honor.
War. And to repaire my Honor lost for him,
War. I heere renounce him, and returne to Henry.
War. My Noble Queene, let former grudges passe,
War. And henceforth, I am thy true Seruitour:
War. I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
War. And replant Henry in his former state.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Warwicke,