Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. A gallant prize? Ha Cosin, is it not? Infaith it is.
West. West.
West. A Conquest for a prince to boast of.
King. King.
King. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, & mak'st me sin,
King. In enuy that my Lord Northumberland
King. Should be the Father of so blest a Sonne:
King. A Sonne, who is the Theame of Honors tongue;
King. Among'st a Groue, the very straightest Plant,
King. Who is sweet Fortunes Minion, and her Pride:
King. Whil'st I by looking on the praise of him,
King. See Ryot and Dishonor staine the brow
King. Of my yong Harry. O that it could be prou'd,
King. That some Night‑tripping‑Faiery, had exchang'd
King. In Cradle‑clothes, our Children where they lay,
King. And call'd mine Perey Percy , his Plantagenet:
King. Then
King. The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
King. Then would I haue his Harry, and he mine:
King. But let him from my thoughts. What thinke you Coze