Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. That thou art Crowned, not that I am dead.
King. Let all the Teares, that should bedew my Hearse
King. Be drops of Balme, to sanctifie thy head:
King. Onely compound me with forgotten dust.
King. Giue that, which gaue thee life, vnto the Wormes:
King. Plucke downe my Officers, breake my Decrees;
King. For now a time is come, to mocke at Forme.
King. Henry the fift is Crown'd: Vp Vanity,
King. Downe Royall state: All you sage Counsailors, hence:
King. And to the English Court, assemble now
King. From eu'ry Region, Apes of ldlenesse.
King. Now neighbor‑Confines purge you of your Scum:
King. Haue you a Ruffian that swill sweare? drinke? dance?
King. Reuell the night? Rob? Murder? and commit
King. The oldest sinnes, the newest kinde of wayes?
King. Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
King. England, shall double gill'd, his trebble guilt.
King. England, shall giue him Office, Honor, Might:
King. For the fift Harry, from curb'd License pluckes
King. The muzzle of Restraint; and the wilde Dogge