Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father,
King. My tender yeares, and let vs not forgoe
King. That for a trifle, that was bought with blood.
King. Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife:
King. I see no reason if I weare this Rose,
King. That any one should therefore be suspitious
King. I more incline to Somerset, than Yorke:
King. Both are my kinsmen, and I loue them both.
King. As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne,
King. Because (forfooth) the King of Scots is Crown'd.
King. But your discretions better can perswade,
King. Then I am able to instruct or teach:
King. And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
King. So let vs still continue peace, and loue.
King. Colin of Yorke, we institute your Grace
King. To be our Regent in these parts of France:
King. And good my Lord of Somerset, vnite
King. Your Troopes of horsemen, with his Bands of foote,
King. And like true Subiects, sonnes of your Progenitors,
King. Go cheerefully together, and digest