Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. For me, by Heauen (I bid you be assur'd)
Prince. Ile be your Father, and your Brother too:
Prince. Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares;
Prince. But weepe that Horrie's dead, and so will I.
Prince. But Harry liues, that shall conuert those Teares
Prince. By number, into houres of Happinesse.
Iohn., &c. Iohn., &c.
Iohn., &c. We hope no other from your Maiesty.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. You all looke strangely on me: and you most,
Prin. You are (I thinke) assur'd, if loue you not.
Ch. Iust. Ch. Iust.
Ch. Iust. I am assur'd (if I be measur'd rightly)
Ch. Iust. Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee.
Pr. Pr.
Pr. No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget
Pr. So great Indignities you laid vpon me?
Pr. What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly send to Prison
Pr. Th'immediate Heire of England? Was this easie?
Pr. May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?