Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. Lord Dowglas: Go you and tell him so.
Dow. Dow.
Dow. Marry and shall, and verie willingly.
Dow. Exit Dowglas.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. Did you begge any? God forbid.
Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances,
Wor. Of his Oath‑breaking: which he mended thus,
Wor. By now forswearing that he is forsworne,
Wor. He cals vs Rebels, Traitors, and will scourge
Wor. With haughty armes, this hatefull name in vs.
Wor. Enter Dowglas.
Dow. Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown
Dow. A braue defiance in King Henries teeth:
Dow. And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it,
Dow. Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.