Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gau. Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Then Englands ground farewell: sweet soil adieu,
Bul. My Mother, and my Nurse, which beares me yet:
Bul. Where ere I wander, boast of this I can,
Bul. Though banish'd, yet a true‑borne Englishman.
Bul. Scœna Quarta.
Bul. [Act 1, Scene 4]
Bul. Enter King, Aumerle, Greene, and Bagot.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. We did obserue. Cosine Aumerle,
Rich. How far brought you high Herford on his way?
Aum. Aum.
Aum. I brought high Herford (if you call him so)
Aum. but to the next high way, and there I left him.
Rich. And say, what store of parting tears were shed?
Aum. Faith none for me: except the Northeast wind
Aum. Which then grew bitterly against our face,