Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bull. My Heart this Couenant makes, my Hand thus seales it.
North. North.
North. How farre is it to Barkely? and what stirre
North. Keepes good old Yorke there, with his Men of Warre?
Percie. Percie.
Percie. There stands the Castle, by yond tuft of Trees,
Percie. Mann'd with three hundred men, as I haue heard,
Percie. And in it are the Lords of Yorke, Barkely, and Seymor,
Percie. None else of Name, and noble estimate.
Percie. Enter Rosse and Willoughby.
North. Here come the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby,
North. Bloody with spurring, fierie red with haste.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue pursues
Bull. A banisht Traytor; all my Treasurie
Bull. Is yet but vnfelt thankes, which more enrich'd,
Bull. Shall be your loue, and labours recompence.
Ross. Ross.
Ross. Your presence makes vs rich, most Noble Lord.