Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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West. You shall enioy them, euery thing set off,
West. That might so much as thinke you Enemies.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer,
Mow. And it proceedes from Pollicy, not Loue.
West. West.
West. Mowbray, you ouer‑weene to take it so:
West. This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Feare.
West. For loe, within a Ken our Army lyes,
West. Vpon mine Honor, all too confident
West. To giue admittance to a thought of feare.
West. Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours,
West. Our Men more perfect in the vse of Armes,
West. Our Armor all as strong, our Cause the best;
West. Then Reason will, our hearts should be as good.
West. Say you not then, our Offer is compell'd.
Mow. Well, by my will, wee shall admit no Parley.
West. That argues but the shame of your offence: