Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clarence. That they'le take no offence at our abuse.
King. King.
King. Suppose they take offence without a cause:
King. They are but Lewis and Warwicke, I am Edward,
King. Your King and Warwickes, and must haue my will.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. And shall haue your will, because our King:
Rich. Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well.
King. Yea, Brother Richard, are you offended too?
Rich. Not I: no:
Rich. God forbid, that I should wish them seuer'd,
Rich. Whom God hath ioyn'd together:
Rich. I, and 'twere pittie, to sunder them,
Rich. That yoake so well together.
King. Setting your skornes, and your mislike aside,
King. Tell me some reason, why the Lady Grey
King. Should not become my Wife, and Englands Queene?