Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. Whom conscience, and my kindred bids to right:
Yor. Well, somewhat we must do: Come Cozen,
Yor. Ile dispose of you. Gentlemen, go muster vp your men,
Yor. And meet me presently at Barkley Castle:
Yor. I should to Plashy too: but time will not permit,
Yor. All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at six and seuen.
Yor. Exit
Bush. Bush.
Bush. The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland,
Bush. But none returnes: For vs to leuy power
Bush. Proportionable to th'enemy, is all impossible.
Gr. Gr.
Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue,
Gr. Is neere the hate of those loue not the King.
Ba. Ba.
Ba. And that's the wauering Commons, for their loue
Ba. Lies in their purses, and who so empties them,
Ba. By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate.
Bush. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd