Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ross. My heart is great: but it must break with silence,
Ross. Er't be disburthen'd with a liberall tongue.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Nay speake thy mind: & let him ne'r speak more
Nor. That speakes thy words againe to do thee harme.
Wil. Wil.
Wil. Tends that thou'dst speake to th'Du.Duke of Hereford,
Wil. If it be so, out with it boldly man,
Wil. Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him.
Ross. Ross.
Ross. No good at all that I can do for him,
Ross. Vnlesse you call it good to pitie him,
Ross. Bereft and gelded of his patrimonie.
Nor. Now afore heauen, 'tis shame such wrongs are
Nor. borne,
Nor. In him a royall Prince, and many moe
Nor. Of noble blood in this declining Land;
Nor. The King is not himselfe, but basely led
Nor. By Flatterers, and what they will informe