Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. Heauen pardon thee:
King. Yet let me wonder, Harry,
King. At thy affections, which doe hold a Wing
King. Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
King. Thy place in Councell thou hast rudely lost,
King. Which by thy younger Brother is supply'de;
King. And art almost an alien to the hearts
King. Of all the Court and Princes of my blood.
King. The hope and expectation of thy time
King. Is ruin'd, and the Soule of euery man
King. Prophetically doe fore‑thinke thy fall.
King. Had I so lauish of my presence beene,
King. So common hackney'd in the eyes of men,
King. So stale and cheape to vulgar Company;
King. Opinion, that did helpe me to the Crowne,
King. Had still kept loyall to possession,
King. And left me in reputelesse banishment,
King. A fellow of no marke, nor likelyhood.
King. By being seldome seene, I could not stre,