Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cates. For they account his Head vpon the Bridge.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. I know they doe, and I haue well deseru'd it.
Hast. Enter Lord Stanley.
Hast. Come on, come on, where is your Bore‑speare man?
Hast. Feare you the Bore, and goe so vnprouided?
Stan. Stan.
Stan. My Lord good morrow, good morrow Catesby:
Stan. You may ieast on, but by the holy Rood,
Stan. I doe not like these seuerall Councels, I.
Hast. My Lord, I hold my Life as deare as yours,
Hast. And neuer in my dayes, I doe protest,
Hast. Was it so precious to me, as 'tis now:
Hast. Thinke you, but that I know our state secure,
Hast. I would be so triumphant as I am?
Sta. Sta.
Sta. The Lords at Pomfret, whē they rode from London,
Sta. Were iocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,
Sta. And they indeed had no cause to mistrust: