Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bish. Hath put vs in these ill‑beseeming Armes:
Bish. Not to breake Peace, or any Branch of it,
Bish. But to establish here a Peace indeede,
Bish. Concurring both in Name and Qualitie.
West. West.
West. When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd?
West. Wherein haue you beene galled by the King?
West. What Peere hath beene suborn'd, to grate on you,
West. That you should seale this lawlesse bloody Booke
West. Of forg'd Rebellion, with a Seale diuine?
Bish. Bish.
Bish. My Brother generall, the Common‑Wealth,
Bish. I make my Quarrell, in particular.
West. There is no neede of any such redresse:
West. Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. Why not to him in part, and to vs all,
Mow. That feele the bruizes of the dayes before,
Mow. And suffer the Condition of these Times