Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Good morrow Cosin Warwick, good morrow.
Glou. Cla. Glou. Cla.
Glou. Cla. Good morrow, Cosin.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. We meet, like men, that had forgot to speake.
War. War.
War. We do remember: but our Argument
War. Is all too heauy, to admit much talke.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. Well: Peace be with him, that hath made vs heauy
Ch. Iust. Ch. Iust.
Ch. Iust. Peace be with vs, least we be heauier.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed:
Glou. And I dare sweare, you borrow not that face
Glou. Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your owne.
Iohn. Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde,
Iohn. You stand in coldest expectation.
Iohn. I am the sorrier, would 'twere otherwise.