Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors?
West. West.
West. O my good Lord Mowbray,
West. Construe the Times to their Necessities,
West. And you shall say (indeede) it is the Time,
West. And not the King, that doth you iniuries.
West. Yet for your part, it not appeares to me,
West. Either from the King, or in the present Time,
West. That you should haue an ynch of any ground
West. To build a Griefe on: were you not restor'd
West. To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories,
West. Your Noble, and right well‑remembred Fathers?
Mow. Mow.
Mow. What thing, in Honor, had my Father lost,
Mow. That need to be reuiu'd, and breath'd in me?
Mow. The King that lou'd him, as the State stood then,
Mow. Was forc'd, perforce compell'd to banish him:
Mow. And then, that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee
Mow. Being mounted, and both rowsed in their Seates
Mow. Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spurre,