555450Thou wouldst be feede I see to make me sport.

556451Yorke cannot speake, vnlesse he weare a crowne.

557452A crowne for Yorke? and Lords bow low to him.

558453So: hold you his hands, whilst 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 against your holie oath?

569464Oh, tis a fault too too vnpardonable.

570465Off with the crowne, and with the crowne his head,

571466And whilst we breath, take time to doe him dead.

572467Clif. Thats my office for my fathers death.

573468Queen. Yet stay: & lets here the Orisons he makes.

575469York. She wolfe of France, but worse than Wolues of

576470France:

577471Whose tongue more poison'd than the Adders tooth:

578472How ill beseeming is it in thy sexe,

579473To triumph like an Amazonian trull

580474Vpon his woes, whom Fortune captiuates?

581475But that thy face is visard like, vnchanging,

582476Made impudent by vse of euill deeds:

583477I would assaie, proud Queene to make thee blush:

584478To tell thee of whence thou art, from whom deriu'de,

585479Twere shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not

586480shamelesse.

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