Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ver. To set a glosse vpon his bold intent,
Ver. Yet know (my Lord) I was prouok'd by him,
Ver. And he first tooke exceptions at this badge,
Ver. Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower,
Ver. Bewray'd the faintnesse of my Masters heart.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Will not this malice Somerset be left?
Som. Som.
Som. Your priuate grudge my Lord of York, wil out,
Som. Though ne're so cunningly you smother it.
King. King.
King. Good Lord, what madnesse rules in braine
King. sicke men,
King. When for so slighr slight and friuolous a cause,
King. Such factious æmulations shall arise?
King. Good Cosins both of Yorke and Somerset,
King. Quiet your selues (I pray) and be at peace.
Yorke. Let this dissention first be tried by fight,
Yorke. And then your Highnesse shall command a Peace.