Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suf. Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art,
Suf. Repeate their semblance often on the Seas,
Suf. That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete,
Suf. Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder.
Suf. Exit
Suf. [Act 5, Scene 4]
Suf. Enter Yorke, Warwicke, Shepheard, Pucell.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne.
Shep. Shep.
Shep. Ah Ione, this kils thy Fathers heart out‑right,
Shep. Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere,
Shep. And now it is my chance to finde thee out,
Shep. Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death:
Shep. Ah Ione, sweet daughter Ione, Ile die with thee.
Pucel. Pucel.
Pucel. Decrepit Miser, base ignoble Wretch,
Pucel. I am descended of a gentler blood.
Pucel. Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine.