i accidentally imprinted on this clip and now it s my mother

what must the king do now must he submit the king shall dot. must he be deposed the king shall be contented. must he LOSE the NAME of king oh GODs name let it GO Ill give my jewels for a set of beads my scepter for a palmers walking staff my subjects for a pair of carved saints my gorgeous palace for a hermitage and my large kingdom for a little grave. a little, littlean OBSCURE grave or Ill be buried in the kings highway some way of common trade where subjects feet shall hourly trample on their sovereigns headfor on my heart they tread now whilst I live, and buried once, why NOT upon my head aumerle. thou weepst, my tenderhearted cousin. well make foul weather with despised tears. our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn, and make a dearth in this revolting land. or shall we play the wantons with our woes, and make some pretty match with shedding tears