Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. But if it did infect my blood with Ioy,
Prince. Or swell my Thoughts, to any straine of Pride,
Prince. If any Rebell, or vaine spirit of mine,
Prince. Did, with the least Affection of a Welcome,
Prince. Giue entertainment to the might of if,
Prince. Let heauen, for euer, keepe it from my head,
Prince. And make me, as the poorest Vassaile is,
Prince. That doth with awe, and terror kneele to it.
King. King.
King. O my Sonne!
King. Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence,
King. That thou might'st ioyne the more, thy Fathers loue;
King. Pleading so wisely, in excuse of it.
King. Come hither Harrie, sit thou by my bedde,
King. And heare (I thinke, the very latest Counsell
King. That euer I shall breath: Heauen knowes, my Sonne)
King. By what by‑pathes, and indirect crook'd‑wayes
King. I met this Crowne: and I my selfe know well
King. How troublesome it sate vpon my head.
King. T o thee, it shall descend with better Quiet,