Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gaunt. As neere as I could sift him on that argument,
Gaunt. On some apparant danger seene in him,
Gaunt. Aym,'d at your Highnesse, no inueterate malice.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face,
Kin. And frowning brow to brow, our selues will heare
Kin. Th'accuser, and the accused, freely speake;
Kin. High stomack d are they both, and full of ire,
Kin. In rage, deafe as the sea; hastie as fire.
Kin. Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall
Bul. My gracious Soueraigne, my most louing Liege.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. Each day still better others happinesse,
Mow. Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,
Mow. Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.
King. King.
King. We thanke you both, yet one but flatters vs,
King. As well appeareth by the cause you come,