Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. Yor.
Yor. Aumerle that was,
Yor. But that is lost, for being Richards Friend.
Yor. And Madam, you must call him Rutland now:
Yor. I am in Parliament pledge for his truth,
Yor. And lasting fealtie to the new‑made King.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Welcome my sonne: who are the Violets now,
Dut. That strew the greene lap of the new‑come Spring?
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,
Aum. God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Well, beare you well in this new‑spring of time
Yorke. Least you be cropt before you come to prime.
Yorke. What newes from Oxford? Hold those Iusts & Triumphs?
Aum. For ought I know my Lord, they do.
Yorks. Yorks.
Yorks. You will be there I know.