Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. I would assay, prowd Queene, to make thee blush.
Yorke. To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriu'd,
Yorke. Were shame enough, to shame thee,
Yorke. Wert thou not shamelesse.
Yorke. Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples,
Yorke. Of both the Sicils, and Ierusalem,
Yorke. Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman.
Yorke. Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult?
Yorke. It needes not, nor it bootes thee not, prowd Queene,
Yorke. Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd,
Yorke. That Beggers mounted, runne their Horse to death.
Yorke. 'Tis Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd,
Yorke. But God he knowes, thy share thereof is small.
Yorke. 'Tis Vertue, that doth make them most admir'd,
Yorke. The contrary, doth make thee wondred at.
Yorke. 'Tis Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine,
Yorke. The want thereof, makes thee abhominable.
Yorke. Thou art as opposite to euery good,
Yorke. As the Antipodes are vnto vs,
Yorke. Or as the South to the Septentrion.