Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mount. What talke you of debating? in few words,
Mount. If you'le not here proclaime your selfe our King,
Mount. Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone,
Mount. To keepe them back, that come to succour you.
Mount. Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Why Brother, wherefore stand you on nice
Rich. points?
Edw. Edw.
Edw. When wee grow stronger,
Edw. Then wee'le make our Clayme:
Edw. Till then, 'tis wisdome to conceale our meaning.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. Away with scrupulous Wit, now Armes must
Hast. rule.
Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns.
Rich. Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,
Rich. The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.