Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Hoa, who's within there? Saddle my horse.
Yorke. Heauen for his mercy: what treachery is heere?
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Why, what is't my Lord?
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Giue me my boots, I say: Saddle my horse:
Yorke. Now by my Honor, my life, my troth,
Yorke. I will appeach the Villaine.
Dut. What is the matter?
Yorke. Peace foolish Woman.
Dut. I will not peace. What is the matter Sonne?
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Good Mother be content, it is no more
Aum. Then my poore life must answer.
Dut. Thy life answer?
Dut. Enter Seruant with Boots.