Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Least you be cropt before you come to prime.
Yorke. What newes from Oxford? Hold those Iusts & Triumphs?
Aum. Aum.
Aum. For ought I know my Lord, they do.
Yorks. Yorks.
Yorks. You will be there I know.
Aum. If God preuent not, I purpose so.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom?
Yor. Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the Writing.
Aum. My Lord, 'tis nothing.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. No matter then who sees it,
Yorke. I will be satisfied, let me see the Writing.
Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
Aum. It is a matter of small consequence,
Aum. Which for some reasons I would not haue seene.