Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. To kill the King at Oxford.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. He shall be none:
Dut. Wee'l keepe him heere: then what is that to him?
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Away fond woman: were hee twenty times my
Yor. Son, I would appeach him.
Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done,
Dut. Thou wouldest be more pittifull:
Dut. But now I know thy minde; thou do'st suspect
Dut. That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed,
Dut. And that he is a Bastard, not thy Sonne:
Dut. Sweet Yorke, sweet husband, be not of that minde:
Dut. He is as like thee, as a man may bee,
Dut. Not like to me, nor any of my Kin,
Dut. And yet I loue him.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Make way, vnruly Woman.
Yorke. Exit