Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clif. Ah, what a shame were this? Looke on the Boy,
Clif. And let his manly face, which promiseth
Clif. Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart,
Clif. To hold thine owne, and leaue thine owne with him.
King. King.
King. Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator,
King. Inferring arguments of mighty force:
King. But Clifford tell me, did'st thou neuer heare,
King. That things ill got, had euer bad successe.
King. And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne,
King. Whose Father for his hoording went to hell:
King. Ile leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde,
King. And would my Father had left me no more:
King. For all the rest is held at such a Rate,
King. As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe,
King. Then in possession any iot of pleasure.
King. Ah Cosin Yorke, would thy best Friends did know,
King. How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits, our foes are nye,