Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Welcome my Lord, to this braue town of Yorke,
Qu. Yonders the head of that Arch‑enemy,
Qu. That sought to be incompast with your Crowne.
Qu. Doth not the obiect cheere your heart, my Lord.
K. K.
K. I, as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack,
K. To see this sight, it irkes my very soule:
K. With‑hold reuenge (deere God) 'tis not my fault,
K. Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. My gracious Liege, this too much lenity
Clif. And harmfull pitty must be layd aside:
Clif. To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes?
Clif. Not to the Beast, that would vsurpe their Den.
Clif. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke?
Clif. Not his that spoyles her yong before her face.
Clif. Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting?
Clif. Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe.
Clif. The smallest Worme will turne, being troden on,
Clif. And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood.