Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. And Princes all, beleeue me, I beseech you:
Prin. My Father is gone wilde into his Graue,
Prin. (For in his Tombe, lye my Affections)
Prin. And with his Spirits, sadly I suruiue,
Prin. To mocke the expectation of the World;
Prin. To frustrate Prophesies, and to race out
Prin. Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me downe
Prin. After my seeming. The Tide of Blood in me,
Prin. Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity, till now.
Prin. Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea,
Prin. Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods,
Prin. And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty.
Prin. Now call we our High Court of Parliament,
Prin. And let vs choofe such Limbes of Noble Counsaile,
Prin. That
Prin. The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
Prin. That the great Body of our state may go
Prin. In equall ranke, with the best gouern'd Nation,
Prin. That Warre, or Peace, or both at once may be
Prin. As things acquainted and familiar to vs,