Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. West.
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
Mow. To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors?
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