Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wor. To make vs strengers to his lookes of loue.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. He does, he does; wee'l be reueng'd on him.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. Cousin, farewell. No further go in this,
Wor. Then I by Letters shall direct your course
Wor. When time is ripe, which will be sodainly:
Wor. Ile steale to Glendower, and loe, Mortimer,
Wor. Where you, and Dowglas, and our powres at once,
Wor. As I will fashion it, shall happily meete,
Wor. To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes,
Wor. Which now we hold at much vncertainty.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Farewell good Brother, we shall thriue, I trust.
Hot. Vncle, adieu: O let the houres be short,
Hot. Till fields, and blowes, and grones, applaud our sport.
Hot. exit
Hot. Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Hot. [Act 2, Scene 1]