Reading The third Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Duke of Yorke

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Rich.

I, Edward will vse Women honourably:

Would he were wasted, Marrow, Bones, and all,

That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring,

To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for:

And yet, betweene my Soules desire, and me,

The lustfull Edwards Title buryed,

Is Clarence, Henry, and his Sonne young Edward,

And all the vnlook'd‑for Issue of their Bodies,

To take their Roomes, ere I can place my selfe:

A cold premeditation for my purpose.

Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie,

Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie,

And spyes a farre‑off shore, where hee would tread,

Wishing his foot were equall with his eye,

And chides the Sea, that sunders him from thence,

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