Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. May happily bring forth. But who comes heere?
Bul. Enter Aumerle.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Where is the King?
Bul. Bul.
Bul. What meanes our Cosin, that hee stares
Bul. And lookes so wildely?
Aum. God saue your Grace. I do beseech your Maiesty
Aum. To haue some conference with your Grace alone.
Bul. Withdraw your selues, and leaue vs here alone:
Bul. What is the matter with our Cosin now?
Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth,
Aum. My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth,
Aum. Vnlesse a Pardon, ere I rise, or speake.
Bul. Intended, or committed was this fault?
Bul. If on the first, how heynous ere it bee,