Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. Who can be patient in such extreames?
Queene. Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid?
Queene. And neuer seene thee, neuer borne thee Sonne,
Queene. Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father.
Queene. Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth‑right thus?
Queene. Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I,
Queene. Or felt that paine which I did for him once,
Queene. Or nourisht him, as I did with my blood;
Queene. Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart‑blood there,
Queene. Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire,
Queene. And dis‑inherited thine onely Sonne.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Father, you cannot dis‑inherite me:
Prince. If you be King, why should not I succeede?
Henry. Henry.
Henry. Pardon me Margaret, pardon me sweet Sonne,
Henry. The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me.
Quee. Quee.
Quee. Enforc't thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forc't?
Quee. I shame to heare thee speake: ah timorous Wretch,