Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. Dut.
Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Rise vp good Aunt.
Dut. Not yet, I thee beseech.
Dut. For euer will I kneele vpon my knees,
Dut. And neuer see day, that the happy sees,
Dut. Till thou giue ioy: vntill thou bid me ioy.
Dut. By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing Boy.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Against them both, my true ioynts bended be.
Dut. Pleades he in earnest? Looke vpon his Face,
Dut. His eyes do drop no teares: his prayres are in iest:
Dut. His words come from his mouth, ours from our brest.
Dut. He prayes but faintly, and would be denide,
Dut. We pray with heart, and soule, and all beside: