Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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North. But I must goe, and meet with Danger there,
North. Or it will seeke me in another place,
North. And finde me worse prouided.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. O flye to Scotland,
Wife. Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons,
Wife. Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King,
Lady. Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele,
Lady. To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues,
Lady. First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne,
Lady. He was so suffer'd; so came I a Widow:
Lady. And neuer shall haue length of Life enough,
Lady. To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes,
Lady. That it may grow, and sprowt, as high as Heauen,
Lady. For Recordation to my Noble Husband.
North. North.
North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde
North. As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto his height,