Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. I thanke them for their tender louing care;
King. And had I not beene cited so by them,
King. Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat:
King. For sure, my thoughts doe hourely prophecie,
King. Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes.
King. And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare,
King. Whose farre‑vnworthie Deputie I am,
King. He shall not breathe infection in this ayre,
King. But three dayes longer, on the paine of death.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Oh Henry, let me pleade for gentle Suffolke.
King. King.
King. Vngentle Queene, to call him gentle Suffolke.
King. No more I say: if thou do'st pleade for him,
King. Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath.
King. Had I but sayd, I would haue kept my Word;
King. But when I sweare, it is irreuocable:
King. If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found,
King. On any ground that I am Ruler of,
King. The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life.