Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Warw. Warw.
Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous,
Warw. And now may seeme as wise as vertuous,
Warw. By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice,
Warw. For few men rightly temper with the Starres:
Warw. Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
Warw. For chusing me, when Clarence is in place.
Clar. Clar.
Clar. No Warwicke, thou art worthy of the sway,
Clar. To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie,
Clar. Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch, and Lawrell Crowne,
Clar. As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre:
Clar. And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent.
Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector.
King. King.
King. Warwick and Clarence, giue me both your Hands:
King. Now ioyne your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts,
King. That no dissention hinder Gouernment:
King. I make you both Protectors of this Land,