Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Which for some reasons sir, I meane to see:
Yorke. I feare, I feare.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. What should you feare?
Dut. 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into
Dut. For gay apparrell, against the Triumph.
Yorke. Bound to himselfe? What doth he with a Bond
Yorke. That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a foole.
Yorke. Boy, let me see the Writing.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. I do beseech you pardon me, I may not shew it.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. I will be satisfied: let me see it I say.
Yor. Snatches it
Yor. Treason, foule Treason, Villaine, Traitor, Slaue.
Dut. What's the matter, my Lord?