Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto
Northumb. him now?
Queene. Queene.
Queene. Braue Warriors, Clifford, and Northumberland,
Queene. Come make him stand vpon this Mole‑hill here,
Queene. That raught at Mountaines with out‑stretched Armes,
Queene. Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand.
Queene. What, was it you that would be Englands King?
Queene. Was't you that reuell'd in our Parliament,
Queene. And made a Preachment of you high Descent?
Queene. Where are your Messe of Sonnes, to back you now?This question mark type has slipped below the line.
Queene. The wanton Edward, and the lustie George?
Queene. And where's that valiant Crook‑back Prodigie,
Queene. Dickie, your Boy, that with his grumbling voyce
Queene. Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies?
Queene. Or with the rest, where is your Darling, Rutland?
Queene. Looke Yorke, I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood
Queene. That valiant Clifford, with his Rapiers point,
Queene. Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy:
Queene. And if thine eyes can water for his death,