Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. Where shame doth harbour, euen in Mowbrayes face.
Bul. Exit Gaunt.
King. King.
King. We were not borne to sue, but to command,
King. Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
King. Be readie, (as your liues shall answer it)
King. At Couentree, vpon S.Saint Lamberts day:
King. There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate
King. The swelling difference of your setled hate:
King. Since we cannot attone you, you shall see
King. Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie.
King. Lord Marshall, command our Officers at Armes,
King. Be readie to direct these home Alarmes.
King. Exeunt.
King. Scæna Secunda.
King. [Act 1, Scene 2]
King. Enter Gaunt, and Dutchesse of Gloucester.
Gaunt. Gaunt.
Gaunt. Alas, the part I had in Glousters blood,
Gaunt. Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes,