Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind,
Queene. And
Queene. The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Queene. And makes it fearefull and degenerate,
Queene. Thinke therefore on reuenge, and cease to weepe.
Queene. But who can cease to weepe, and looke on this.
Queene. Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest:
Queene. But where's the body that I should imbrace?
Buc. Buc.
Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells
Buc. Supplication?
King. King.
King. Ile send some holy Bishop to intreat:
King. For God forbid, so many simple soules
King. Should perish by the Sword. And I my selfe,
King. Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short,
King. Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall.
King. But stay, Ile read it ouer once againe.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Ah barbarous villaines: Hath this louely face,