Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once;
Queene. His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.
Queene. This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it stand,
Queene. Where it best fits to be, in Henries hand.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his sprayes,
Suff. Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie,
Yorke. This is the day appointed for the Combat,
Yorke. And ready are the Appellant and Defendant,
Yorke. The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lists,
Yorke. So please your Highnesse to behold the fight.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore
Queene. Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de.
King. King.
King. A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit,
King. Here let them end it, and God defend the right.