Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
555450Thou would
st be feede I
see to make me
sport.
556451Yorke cannot
speake, vnle
sse he weare a crowne.
557452A crowne for
Yorke? and Lords bow low to him.
558453So: hold you his hands, whil
st I doe
set it on.
559454I, now lookes he like a king?
560455This is he that tooke king
Henries chaire,
561456And this is he was his adopted aire.
562457But how is it that great
Plantagenet,
563458Is crownd
so
soone, and broke his holie oath,
564459As I bethinke me you
should not be king,
565460Till our
Henry had
shooke hands with death,
566461And will you impale your head with
Henries glorie,
567462And rob his temples of the Diadem
568463Now in his life again
st your holie oath?
569464Oh, tis a fault too too vnpardonable.
570465O
ff with the crowne, and with the crowne his head,
571466And whil
st we breath, take time to doe him dead.
572467Clif. Thats my o
ffice for my fathers death.
573468Queen. Yet
stay: & lets here the Ori
sons he makes.
575469York. She wolfe of
France, but wor
se than Wolues of
577471Who
se tongue more poi
son'd than the Adders tooth:
578472How ill be
seeming is it in thy
sexe,
579473To triumph like an
Amazonian trull
580474Vpon his woes, whom Fortune captiuates?
581475But that thy face is vi
sard like, vnchanging,
582476Made impudent by v
se of euill deeds:
583477I would a
ssaie, proud Queene to make thee blu
sh:
584478To tell thee of whence thou art, from whom deriu'de,
585479Twere
shame enough to
shame thee, wert thou not
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