Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bark. From the most glorious of this Land,
Bark. The Duke of Yorke, to know what pricks you on
Bark. To take aduantage of the absent time,
Bark. And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe‑borne Armes.
Bark. Enter Yorke.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you,
Bull. Here comes his Grace in Person. My Noble Vnckle.
York. York.
York. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
York. Whose dutie is deceiuable, and false.
Bull. My gracious Vnckle.
York. Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Vnckle me,
York. I am no Traytors Vnckle, and that word Grace,
York. In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane.
York. Why haue these banish'd, and forbidden Legges,
York. Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground?
York. But more then why, why haue they dar'd to march