Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Henry. Poore Queene,
Henry. How loue to me, and to her Sonne,
Henry. Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage.
Henry. Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke,
Henry. Whose haughtie spirit, winged with desire,
Henry. Will cost my Crowne, and like an emptie Eagle,
Henry. Tyre on the flesh of me, and of my Sonne.
Henry. The losse of those three Lords torments my heart:
Henry. Ile write vnto them, and entreat them faire;
Henry. Come Cousin, you shall be the Messenger.
Exet. Exet.
Exet. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
Exet. Exit.
Exet. [Act 1, Scene 2]
Exet. Flourish. Enter Richard, Edward, and
Exet. Mountague.
Richard. Richard.
Richard. Brother, though I bee youngest, giue mee
Richard. leaue.
Edward. Edward.