Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. Meerely in hate 'gainst any of vs all,
Nor. That will the King seuerely prosecute
Nor. 'Gainst vs, our liues, our children, and our heires.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. The Commons hath he pil'd with greeuous taxes
Ros. And quite lost their hearts: the Nobles hath he finde
Ros. For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.
Wil. Wil.
Wil. And daily new exactions are deuis'd,
Wil. As blankes, beneuolences, and I wo not what:
Wil. But what o'Gods name doth become of this?
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Wars hath not wasted it, for war'd he hath not.
Nor. But basely yielded vpon comprimize,
Nor. That which his Ancestors atchieu'd with blowes:
Nor. More hath he spent in peace, then they in warres.
Ros. The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in Farme.
Wil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man.