Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suf. A cunning man did calculate my birth,
Suf. And told me that by Water I should dye:
Suf. Yet let not this make thee be bloody‑minded,
Suf. Thy name is guiltier, being rightly founded.
Whit. Whit.
Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not,
Whit. Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,
Whit. But with our sword we wip'd away the blot.
Whit. Therefore, when Merchant‑like I sell reuenge,
Whit. Broke be my sword, my Armes torne and defac'd,
Whit. And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. Stay Whitmore, for thy Prisoner is a Prince,
Suf. The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole.
Whit. The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges?
Suf. I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke.
Lieu. Lieu.
Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be,