Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And by whose power, I well might lodge a Feare
King. To be againe displac'd. Which to auoyd,
King. I cut them off: and had a purpose now
King. To leade out many to the Holy Land;
King. Least rest, and lying still, might make them looke
King. Too neere vnto my state.
King. Therefore (my Harrie)
King. Be it thy course to busie giddy Mindes
King. With Forraigne Quarrels: that Action hence borne out,
King. May waste memory of the former dayes.
King. More would I, but my Lungs are wasted so,
King. That strength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee.
King. How I came by the Crowne, O heauen forgiue:
King. And grant it may, with thee, in true peace liue.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. My gracious Liege:
Prince. You wonne it, wore it: kept it, gaue it me,
Prince. Then plaine and right must my possession be;
Prince. Which I, with more, then with a Common paine,
Prince. 'Gainst all the World, will rightfully maintaine.