Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Little.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke:
Prince. Vnckle, your Grace knowes how to beare with him.
Yorke. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:
Yorke. Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me,
Yorke. Because that I am little, like an Ape,
Yorke. He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons:
Buck. To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle,
Buck. He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe:
Buck. So cunning, and so young, is wonderfull.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. My Lord, wilt please you passe along?
Glo. My selfe, and my good Cousin Buckingham,
Glo. Will to your Mother, to entreat of her
Glo. To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.