Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Worc. For Gods sake, Cousin, stay till all come in.
Worc. The Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter Sir
Worc. Walter Blunt.
Blunt. Blunt.
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the King,
Blunt. If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt:
Hotsp. And would to God you were of our determination.
Hotsp. Some of vs loue vou well: and euen those some
Hotsp. Enuie your great deseruings, and good name,
Hotsp. Because you are not of our qualitie,
Hotsp. But stand against vs like an Enemie.
Blunt. And Heauen defend, but still I should stand so,
Blunt. So long as out of Limit, and true Rule,
Blunt. You stand against anoynted Maiestie.
Blunt. But to my Charge.
Blunt. The King hath sent to know
Blunt. The nature of your Griefes, and whereupon