Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ed. His Father reuel'd in the heart of France,
Ed. And tam'd the King, and made the Dolphin stoope:
Ed. And had he match'd according to his State,
Ed. He might haue kept that glory to this day.
Ed. But when he tooke a begger to his bed,
Ed. And grac'd thy poore Sire with his Bridall day,
Ed. Euen then that Sun‑shine brew'd a showre for him,
Ed. That washt his Fathers fortunes forth of France,
Ed. And heap'd sedition on his Crowne at home:
Ed. For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy Pride?
Ed. Had'st thou bene meeke, our Title still had slept,
Ed. And we in pitty of the Gentle King,
Ed. Had slipt our Claime, vntill another Age.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. But when we saw, our Sunshine made thy Spring,
Cla. And that thy Summer bred vs no increase,
Cla. We set the Axe to thy vsurping Roote:
Cla. And though the edge hath something hit our selues,
Cla. Yet know thou, since we haue begun to strike,
Cla. Wee'l neuer leaue, till we haue hewne thee downe,