Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. Or heere, or elsewhere to the furthest Verge
Bul. That euer was suruey'd by English eye,
Bul. That all the Treasons for these eighteene yeeres
Bul. Complotted, and contriued in this Land,
Bul. Fetch'd from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
Bul. Further I say, and further will maintaine
Bul. Vpon his bad life, to make all this good.
Bul. That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death,
Bul. Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries,
Bul. And consequently, like a Traitor Coward,
Bul. Sluc'd out his innocent soule through streames of blood:
Bul. Which blood, like sacrificing Abels cries,
Bul. (Euen from the toonglesse cauernes of the earth)
Bul. To me for iustice, and rough chasticement:
Bul. And by the glorious worth of my discent,
Bul. This arme shall do it, or this life be spent.
King. King.
King. How high a pitch his resolution soares:
King. Thomas of Norfolke, what sayest thou to this?
Mow. Mow.