Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Willo. Willo.
Willo. And farre surmounts our labour to attaine it.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Euermore thankes, th'Exchequer of the poore,
Bull. Which till my infant‑fortune comes to yeeres,
Bull. Stands for my Bountie: but who comes here?
Bull. Enter Barkely.
North. North.
North. It is my Lord of Barkely, as I ghesse.
Bark. Bark.
Bark. My Lord of Hereford, my Message is to you.
Bull. My Lord, my Answere is to Lancaster,
Bull. And I am come to seeke that Name in England,
Bull. And I must finde that Title in your Tongue,
Bull. Before I make reply to aught you say.
Bark. Mistake me not, my Lord, 'tis not my meaning
Bark. To raze one Title of your Honor out.
Bark. To you, my Lord, I come (what Lord you will)