Reading The second Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke Humfrey.

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Queene.

Free Lords:

Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames:

Henry, my Lord, is cold in great Affaires,

Too full of foolish pittie: and Glosters shew

Beguiles him, as the mournefull Crocodile

With sorrow snares relenting passengers;

Or as the Snake, roll'd in a flowring Banke,

With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child,

That for the beautie thinkes it excellent.

Beleeue me Lords, were none more wise then I,

And yet herein I judge mine owne Wit good;

This Gloster should be quickly rid the World,

To rid vs from the feare we haue of him.

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