Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. My dangerous Cosin, let your Mother in,
Bul. I know she's come, to pray for your foule sin.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. If thou do pardon, whosoeuer pray,
Yorke. More sinnes for this forgiuenesse, prosper may.
Yorke. This fester'd ioynt cut off, the rest rests sound,
Yorke. This let alone, will all the rest confound.
Yorke. Enter Dutchesse.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. O King, beleeue not this hard‑hearted man,
Dut. Loue, louing not it selfe, none other can.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Thou franticke woman, what dost yu make here,
Yor. Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare?
Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Rise vp good Aunt.
Dut. Not yet, I thee beseech.