Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buc. Buc.
Buc. Yorke, if thou meanest wel, I greet thee well.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
Yor. Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure.
Buc. A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege,
Buc. To know the reason of these Armes in peace.
Buc. Or why, thou being a Subiect, as I am,
Buc. Against thy Oath, and true Allegeance sworne,
Buc. Should raise so great a power without his leaue?
Buc. Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court?
Yor. Scarse can I speake, my Choller is so great.
Yor. Oh I could hew up Rockes, and fight with Flint,
Yor. I am so angry at these abiect tearmes.
Yor. And now like Aiax Telamonius,
Yor. On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie.
Yor. I am farre better borne then is the king:
Yor. More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts.