Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. Can you not see? or will ye not obserue
Queene. The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance?
Queene. With what a Maiestie he beares himselfe,
Queene. How insolent of late he is become,
Queene. How prowd, how peremptorie, and vnlike himselfe.
Queene. We know the time since he was milde and affable,
Queene. And if we did but glance a farre‑off Looke,
Queene. Immediately he was vpon his Knee,
Queene. That all the Court admir'd him for submission.
Queene. But meet him now, and be it in the Morne,
Queene. When euery one will giue the time of day,
Queene. He knits his Brow, and shewes an angry Eye,
Queene. And passeth by with stiffe vnbowed Knee,
Queene. Disdaining dutie that to vs belongs.
Queene. Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne,
Queene. But great men tremble when the Lyon rores,
Queene. And Humfrey is no little Man in England.
Queene. First note, that he is neere you in discent,
Queene. And should you fall, he is the next will mount.
Queene. Me seemeth then, it is no Pollicie,