Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege,
Mow. I do defie him, and I spit at him,
Mow. Call him a slanderous Coward, and a Villaine:
Mow. Which to maintaine, I would allow him oddes,
Mow. And meete him, were I tide to runne afoote,
Mow. Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
Mow. Or any other ground inhabitable,
Mow. Where euer Englishman durst set his foote.
Mow. Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie,
Mow. By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my gage,
Bul. Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King,
Bul. And lay aside my high bloods Royalty,
Bul. Which feare, not reuerence makes thee to except.
Bul. If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength,
Bul. As to take vp mine Honors pawne, then stoope.
Bul. By that, and all the rites of Knight‑hood else,
Bul. Will I make good against thee arme to arme,
Bul. What I haue spoken, or thou canst deuise.