Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bag. Bag.
Bag. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
Bag. Scornes to vnsay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
Bag. In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted,
Bag. I heard you say, Is not my arme of length,
Bag. That reacheth from the restfull English Court
Bag. As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.
Bag. Amongst much other talke, that very time,
Bag. I heard you say, that you had rather refuse
Bag. The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes,
Bag. Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall,
Bag. How blest this Land would be, in this your Cosins death.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Princes, and Noble Lords:
Aum. What answer shall I make to this base man?
Aum. Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres,
Aum. On equall termes to giue him chasticement?
Aum. Either I must, or haue mine honor soyl'd
Aum. With th'Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes.
Aum. There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death