Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clif. He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower,
Clif. And chop away that factious pate of his.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. He is atrested arrested , but will not obey:
Qu. His sonnes (he sayes) shall giue their words for him.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Will you not Sonnes?
Edw. Edw.
Edw. I Noble Father, if our words will serue.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. And if words will not, then our Weapons shal.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere?
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Looke in a Glasse, and call thy Image so.
Yorke. I am thy King, and thou a false‑heart Traitor:
Yorke. Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares,
Yorke. That with the very shaking of their Chaines,
Yorke. They may astonish these fell‑lurking Curres,
Yorke. Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me.