Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ele. What now my sonne, haue I not euer said
Ele. How that ambitious Constance would not cease
Ele. Till she had kindled France and all the world,
Ele. Vpon the right and party of her sonne.
Ele. This might haue beene preuented, and made whole
Ele. With very easie arguments of loue,
Ele. Which now the mannage of two kingdomes must
Ele. With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate.
K. Iohn. K. Iohn.
K. Iohn. Our strong possession, and our right for vs.
Eli. Eli.
Eli. Your strong possessiōpossession much more then your right,
Eli. Or else it must go wrong with you and me,
Eli. So much my conscience whispers in your eare,
Eli. Which none but heauen, and you, and I, shall heare.
Eli. Enter a Sheriffe.
Essex. Essex.
Essex. My Liege, here is the strangest controuersie
Essex. Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you
Essex. That ere I heard: shall I produce the men?