Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. Yor.
Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. Take heede least by your heate you burne your
Clif. selues:
King. King.
King. Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
King. Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,
King. Thou mad misleader of thy brain‑sicke sonne,
King. What wilt thou on thy death‑bed play the Russian?
King. And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles?
King. Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?
King. If it be banisht from the frostie head,
King. Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?
King. Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,
King. And shame thine honourable Age with blood?
King. Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
King. Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?
King. For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me,
King. That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.