Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aum. Aum.
Aum. If God preuent not, I purpose so.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom?
Yor. Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the Writing.
Aum. My Lord, 'tis nothing.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. No matter then who sees it,
Yorke. I will be satisfied, let me see the Writing.
Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
Aum. It is a matter of small consequence,
Aum. Which for some reasons I would not haue seene.
Yorke. Which for some reasons sir, I meane to see:
Yorke. I feare, I feare.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. What should you feare?
Dut. 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into