Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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L. Bar. My Lord: Ile tell you what,
L. Bar. If my yong Lord your Sonne, haue not the day,
L. Bar. Vpon mine Honor, for a silken point
L. Bar. Ile giue my Barony. Neuer talke of it.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers
Nor. Giue then such instances of Losse?
L. Bar. L. Bar.
L. Bar. Who, he?
L. Bar. He was some hielding Fellow, that had stolne
L. Bar. The Horse he rode‑on: and vpon my life
L. Bar. Speake at aduenture. Looke, here comes more Newes.
L. Bar. Enter Morton.
Nor. Yea, this mans brow, like to a Title‑leafe,
Nor. Fore‑tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume:
Nor. So lookes the Strond, when the Imperious Flood
Nor. Hath left a witnest Vsurpation.
Nor. Say Morton, did'st thou come from Shrewsbury?
Mor. Mor.