Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. No, if a Scot would saue his Soule, he shall not.
Hot. Ile keepe them, by this Hand.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. You start away,
Wor. And lend no eare vnto my purposes.
Wor. Those Prisoners you shall keepe.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat:
Hot. He said, he would not ransome Mortimer:
Hot. Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer.
Hot. But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe,
Hot. And in his eare, Ile holla Mortimer.
Hot. Nay, Ile haue a Starling shall be taught to speake
Hot. Nothing but Mortimer, and giue it him,
Hot. To keepe his anger still in motion.
Wor. Heare you Cousin: a word.
Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie,
Hot. Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke,