Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. Card.
Card. Sirs, take away the Duke, and guard him sure.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Ah, thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch,
Glost. Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body.
Glost. Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy Side,
Glost. And Wolues are gnarling, who shall gnaw thee first.
Glost. Ah that my feare were false, ah that it were;
Glost. For good King Henry, thy decay I feare.
Glost. Exit Gloster.
King. King.
King. My Lords, what to your wisdomes Seemeth best,
King. Doe, or vndoe, as if our selfe were here.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. What, will your Highnesse leaue the Parlia
Queene. ment?
King. I Margaret: my heart is drown'd with griefe,
King. Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes;
King. My Body round engyrt with miserie: