Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Why, Harry, doe I tell thee of my Foes,
King. Which art my neer'st and dearest Enemie?
King. Thou, that art like enough, through vassall Feare,
King. Base Inclination, and the start of Spleene,
King. To fight against me vnder Percies pay,
King. To dogge his heeles, and curtsie at his frownes,
King. To shew how much thou art degenerate.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Doe not thinke so, you shall not finde it so:
Prince. And Heauen forgiue them, that so much haue sway'd
Prince. Your Maiesties good thoughts away from me:
Prince. I will redeeme all this on Percies head,
Prince. And in the closing of some glorious day,
Prince. Be bold to tell you, that I am your Sonne,
Prince. When I will weare a Garment all of Blood,
Prince. And staine my fauours in a bloody Maske:
Prince. Which washt away, shall scowre my shame with it.
Prince. And that shall be the day, when ere it lights,
Prince. That this same Child of Honor and Renowne,
Prince. This gallant Hotspur, this all‑praysed Knight,