[♦] To see our gentle Queene how shee doth fare,
For by this I hope shee hath a sonne for vs. Exeunt Omnes.
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Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke so hard?
Hen. I my good Lord. Lord I should saie rather,
Tis sinne to flatter, good was little better,
Good Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike,
5 What scene of Death hath Rosius now to act?
Glo. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.
Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bush,