Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. all.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. So farre be mine, my most redoubted Lord,
Bull. As my true seruice shall deserue your loue.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Well you deseru'd:
Rich. They well deserue to haue,
Rich. That know the strong'st, and surest way to get.
Rich. Vnckle giue me your Hand: nay, drie your Eyes,
Rich. Teares shew their Loue, but want their Remedies.
Rich. Cousin, I am too young to be your Father,
Rich. Though you are old enough to be my Heire.
Rich. What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to,
Rich. For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe.
Rich. Set on towards London:
Rich. Cousin, is it so?
Bull. Yea, my good Lord.
Rich. Then I must not say, no.