Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. War.
War. Is not a Dukedome, Sir, a goodly gift?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. I, by my faith, for a poore Earle to giue,
Rich. Ile doe thee seruice for so good a gift.
War. 'Twas I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Bro
War. ther.
Edw. Edw.
Edw. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwickes gift.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a Weight:
War. And Weakeling, Warwicke takes his gift againe,
War. And Henry is my King, Warwicke his Subiect.
Edw. But Warwickes King is Edwards Prisoner:
Edw. And gallant Warwicke, doe but answer this,
Edw. What is the Body, when the Head is off?
Rich. Alas, that Warwicke had no more fore‑cast,