Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fran. Peace be to England, if that warre returne
Fran. From France to England, there to liue in peace:
Fran. England we loue, and for that Englands sake,
Fran. With burden of our armor heere we sweat:
Fran. This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine;
Fran. But thou from louing England art so farre,
Fran. That thou hast vnder‑wrought his lawfull King,
Fran. Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Fran. Out‑faced Infant State, and done a rape
Fran. Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne:
Fran. Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face,
Fran. These eyes, these browes, were moulded out of his;
Fran. This little abstract doth containe that large,
Fran. Which died in Geffrey: and the hand of time,
Fran. Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume:
Fran. That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne,
Fran. And this his sonne, England was Geffreys right,
Fran. And this is Geffreyes in the name of God:
Fran. How comes it then that thou art call'd a King,
Fran. When liuing blood doth in these temples beat