Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gau. To heauen, the widdowes Champion to defence
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Why then I will: farewell old Gaunt.
Dut. Thou go'st to Couentrie, there to behold
Dut. Our Cosine Herford, and fell Mowbray fight:
Dut. O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare,
Dut. That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest:
Dut. Or if misfortune misse the first carreere,
Dut. Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome,
Dut. That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe,
Dut. And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists,
Dut. A Caytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford:
Dut. Farewell old Gaunt, thy sometimes brothers wife
Dut. With her companion Greefe, must end her life.
Gau. Gau.
Gau. Sister farewell: I must to Couentree,
Gau. As much good stay with thee, as go with mee.
Dut. Yet one wotdword more: Greefe boundeth where it (falls,
Dut. Not with the emptie hollownes, but weight: