Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Then a great Queene, with this condition,
Qu. To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at,
Qu. Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene.
Qu. Enter old Queen Margaret.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. And lesned be that small, God I beseech him,
Mar. Thy honor, state, and seate, is due to me.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. What? threat you me with telling of the King?
Rich. I will auouch't in presence of the King:
Rich. I dare aduenture to be sent to th'Towre.
Rich. 'Tis time to speake,
Rich. My paines are quite forgot.
Margaret. Margaret.
Margaret. Out Diuell,
Margaret. I do remember them too well:
Margaret. Thou killd'st my Husband Henrie in the Tower,
Margaret. And Edward my poore Son, at Tewkesburie.
Rich. Ere you were Queene,