Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Qu.
Qu. So part we sadly in this troublous World,
Qu. To meet with Ioy in sweet Ierusalem.
Edw. Edw.
Edw. Is Proclamation made, That who finds Edward,
Edw. Shall haue a high Reward, and he his Life?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. It is, and loe where youthfull Edward comes.
Rich. Enter the Prince.
Edw. Bring forth the Gallant, let vs heare him speake.
Edw. What? can so young a Thorne begin to prick?
Edw. Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make,
Edw. For bearing Armes, for stirring vp my Subiects,
Edw. And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Speake like a Subiect, prowd ambitious Yorke.
Prince. Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth,
Prince. Resigne thy Chayre, and where I stand, kneele thou,
Prince. Whil'st I propose the selfe‑same words to thee,