Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. Mow.
Mow. I take it vp, and by that sword I sweare,
Mow. Which gently laid my Knight‑hood on my shoulder,
Mow. Ile answer thee in any faire degree,
Mow. Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall:
Mow. And when I mount, aliue may I not light,
Mow. If I be Traitor, or vniustly fight.
King. King.
King. What doth our Cosin lay to Mowbraies charge?
King. It must be great that can inherite vs,
King. So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Looke what I said, my life shall proue it true,
Bul. That Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles,
Bul. In
Bul. The life and death of Richard the Second.
Bul. In name of lendings for your Highnesse Soldiers,
Bul. The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,
Bul. Like a false Traitor, and iniurious Villaine.
Bul. Besides I say, and will in battaile proue,