Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Houer about her, say that right for right
Mar. Hath dim'd your Infant morne, to Aged night.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce,
Dut. That my woe‑wearied tongue is still and mute.
Dut. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,
Mar. Edward for Edward, payes a dying debt.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Wilt thou, O God, flye from such gentle Lambs,
Qu. And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe?
Qu. When didst thou sleepe, when such a deed was done?
Mar. When holy Harry dyed, and my sweet Sonne.
Dut. Dead life, blind sight, poore mortall liuing ghost,
Dut. Woes Scene, Worlds shame, Graues due, by life vsurpt,
Dut. Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes,
Dut. Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth,