Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist,
Yorke. Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head,
Yorke. Whose Church‑like humors fits not for a Crowne.
Yorke. Then Yorke be still a‑while, till time do serue:
Yorke. Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe,
Yorke. To prie into the secrets of the State,
Yorke. Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue,
Yorke. With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen,
Yorke. And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres:
Yorke. Then will I raise aloft the Milke‑white‑Rose,
Yorke. With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd,
Yorke. And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,
Yorke. To grapple with the house of Lancaster,
Yorke. And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne,
Yorke. Whose bookish Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe.
Yorke. Exit Yorke.
Yorke. [Act 1, Scene 2]
Yorke. Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.
Elia. Elia.
Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer‑ripen'd Corn,