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King.
Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, & mak'st me sin,
In enuy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the Father of so blest a Sonne:
A Sonne, who is the Theame of Honors tongue;
Among'st a Groue, the very straightest Plant,
Who is sweet Fortunes Minion, and her Pride:
Whil'st I by looking on the praise of him,
See Ryot and Dishonor staine the brow
Of my yong Harry. O that it could be prou'd,
That some Night‑tripping‑Faiery, had exchang'd
In Cradle‑clothes, our Children where they lay,
And call'd mine
Perey
, his Plantagenet:
Then would I haue his Harry, and he mine: