Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Scro. Scro.
Scro. So did you me my Liege.
Gray. Gray.
Gray. And I my Royall Soueraigne.
King. King.
King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours:
King. There yours Lord Scroope of Masham, and Sir Knight:
King. Gray of Northumberland, this same is yours:
King. Reade them, and know I know your worthinesse.
King. My Lord of Westmerland, and Vnkle Exeter,
King. We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen?
King. What see you in those papers, that you loose
King. So much complexion? Looke ye how they change:
King. Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there,
King. That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood
King. Out of apparance.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. I do confesse my fault,
Cam. And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy.
Gray. Scro. Gray. Scro.