Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buc. Me as his abiect obiect, at this instant
Buc. He bores me with some tricke; He's gone to'th'King:
Buc. Ile follow, and out‑stare him.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Stay my Lord,
Nor. And let your Reason with your Choller question
Nor. What 'tis you go about: to climbe steepe hilles
Nor. Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
Nor. A full hot Horse, who being allow'd his way
Nor. Selfe‑mettle tyres him: Not a man in England
Nor. Can aduise me like you: Be to your selfe,
Nor. As you would to your Friend.
Buc. Buc.
Buc. Ile to the King,
Buc. And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe
Buc. This
Buc. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Buc. This Ipswich fellowes insolence; or proclaime,
Buc. There's difference in no persons.
Norf. Norf.