Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome.
Mow. In hast whereof, most heartily I pray
Mow. Your Highnesse to assigne our Triall day.
King. King.
King. Wrath‑kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me:
King. Let's purge this choller without letting blood:
King. This we prescribe, though no Physition,
King. Deepe malice makes too deepe incision.
King. Forget, forgiue, conclude, and be agreed,
King. Our Doctors say, This is no time to bleed.
King. Good Vnckle, let this end where it begun,
King. Wee'l calme the Duke of Norfolke; you, your son.
Gaunt. Gaunt.
Gaunt. To be a make‑peace shall become my age,
Gaunt. Throw downe (my sonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.
King. And Norfolke, throw downe his.
Gaunt. When Harrie when? Obedience bids,
Gaunt. Obedience bids I should not bid agen.