Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. At Barkley Castle.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. You say true:
Hot. Why what a caudie deale of curtesie,
Hot. This fawning Grey‑hound then did proffer me.
Hot. Looke when his infant Fortune came to age,
Hot. And gentle Harry Percy, and kinde Cousin:
Hot. O, the Diuell take such Couzeners, God forgiue me,
Hot. Good Vncle tell your tale, for I haue done.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. Nay, if you haue not, too't againe,
Wor. Wee'l stay your leysure.
Hot. I haue done insooth.
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners.
Wor. Deliuer them vp without their ransome staight,
Wor. And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane