Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. Vnder the surly Glosters Gouernance?
Queene. Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile,
Queene. And must be made a Subiect to a Duke?
Queene. I tell thee Poole, when in the Citie Tours
Queene. Thou ran'st a‑tilt in honor of my Loue,
Queene. And stol'st away the Ladies hearts of France;
Queene. I thought King Henry had resembled thee,
Queene. In Courage, Courtship, and Proportion:
Queene. But all his minde is bent to Holinesse,
Queene. To number Aue‑Maries on his Beades:
Queene. His Champions, are the Prophets and Apostles,
Queene. His Weapons, holy Sawes of sacred Writ,
Queene. His Studie is his Tilt‑yard, and his Loues
Queene. Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints.
Queene. I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls
Queene. Would chuse him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
Queene. And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head;
Queene. That were a State fit for his Holinesse.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Madame be patient: as I was cause