Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. I thought my Mother, and my Brother Yorke,
Prin. Would long, ere this, haue met vs on the way.
Prin. Fie, what a Slug is Hastings, that he comes not
Prin. To tell vs, whether they will come, or no.
Prin. Enter Lord Hastings.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. And in good time, heere comes the sweating
Buck. Lord.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Welcome, my Lord: what, will our Mother
Prince. come?
Hast. Hast.
Hast. On what occasion God he knowes, not I;
Hast. The Queene your Mother, and your Brother Yorke,
Hast. Haue taken Sanctuarie: The tender Prince
Hast. Would faine haue come with me, to meet your Grace,
Hast. But by his Mother was perforce with‑held.
Buck. Fie, what an indirect and peeuish course
Buck. Is this of hers? Lord Cardinall, will your Grace