Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. When your owne Percy, when my heart‑deere‑Harry,
La. Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father
La. Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine.
La. Who then perswaded you to stay at home?
La. There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes.
La. For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it:
La. For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne
La. In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his Light
La. Did all the Cheualrie of England moue
La. To do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the Glasse
La. Wherein the Noble‑Youth did dresse themselues.
La. He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:
La. And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish)
La. Became the Accents of the Valiant.
La. For those that could speake low, and tardily,
La. Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse,
La. To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,
La. In Diet, in Affections of delight,
La. In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood,
La. He