Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. But proue a chiefe offendor in the same.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. Sweet King: the Bishop hath a kindly gyrd:
Warw. For shame my Lord of Winchester relent;
Warw. What, shall a Child instruct you what to doe?
Winch. Winch.
Winch. Well Duke of Gloster, I will yeeld to thee
Winch. Loue for thy Loue, and Hand for Hand I giue.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. I, but I feare me with a hollow Heart.
Glost. See here my Friends and louing Countreymen,
Glost. This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce,
Glost. Betwixt our selues, and all our followers:
Glost. So helpe me God, as I dissemble not.
Winch. So helpe me God, as I intend it not.
King. King.
King. Oh louing Vnckle, kinde Duke of Gloster,
King. How ioyfull am I made by this Contract,
King. Away my Masters, trouble vs no more,