Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt,
Rich. Before the King will graunt her humble suit.
Clarence. Clarence.
Clarence. Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes
Clarence. the winde?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Silence.
King. King.
King. Widow, we will consider of your suit,
King. And come some other time to know our minde.
Wid. Wid.
Wid. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay:
Wid. May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,
Wid. And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me.
Rich. I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands,
Rich. And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you:
Rich. Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow.
Clarence. I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall.