Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head,
Qu. But boldly stand, and front him to his face.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. How now? is Somerset at libertie?
Yor. Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts,
Yor. And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart.
Yor. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
Yor. False King, why hast thou broken faith with me,
Yor. Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse?
Yor. King did I call thee? No: thou art not King:
Yor. Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes,
Yor. Which dar'st not, no nor canst not rule a Traitor.
Yor. That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne:
Yor. Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe,
Yor. And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter.
Yor. That Gold, must round engirt these browes of mine,
Yor. Whose Smile and Frowne, like to Achilles Speare
Yor. Is able with the change, to kill and cure.
Yor. Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp,
Yor. And with the same to acte controlling Lawes: