Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buck. By her, in his vnlawfull Bed, he got
Buck. This Edward, whom our Manners call the Prince.
Buck. More bitterly could I expostulate,
Buck. Saue that for reuerence to some aliue,
Buck. I giue a sparing limit to my Tongue.
Buck. Then good, my Lord, take to your Royall selfe
Buck. This proffer'd benefit of Dignitie:
Buck. If not to blesse vs and the Land withall,
Buck. Yet to draw forth your Noble Ancestrie
Buck. From the corruption of abusing times,
Buck. Vnto a Lineall true deriued course.
Maior. Maior.
Maior. Do good my Lord, your Citizens entreat you.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Refuse not, mightie Lord, this proffer'd loue.
Catesb. Catesb.
Catesb. O make them ioyfull, grant their lawfull suit.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Alas, why would you heape this Care on me?
Rich. I am vnfit for State, and Maiestie: