Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. We are a Queene (or long haue dream'd so) certaine
Qu. The daughter of a King, my drops of teares,
Qu. Ile turne to sparkes of fire.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. Be patient yet.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. I will, when you are humble; Nay before,
Qu. Or God will punish me. I do beleeue
Qu. (Induc'd by potent Circumstances) that
Qu. You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge,
Qu. You shall not be my Iudge. For it is you
Qu. Haue blowne this Coale, betwixt my Lord, and me;
Qu. (Which Gods dew quench) therefore, I say againe,
Qu. I vtterly abhorre; yea, from my Soule
Qu. Refuse you for my Iudge, whom yet once more
Qu. I hold my most malicious Foe, and thinke not
Qu. At all a Friend to truth.
Wol. I do professe
Wol. You speake not like your selfe: who euer yet