Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And Maiestie might neuer yet endure
King. The moody Frontier of a seruant brow,
King. You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need
King. Your vse and counsell, we shall send for you.
King. You were about to speake.
North. North.
North. Yea, my good Lord.
North. Those
North. The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
North. Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded,
North. Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke,
North. Were (as he sayes) not with such strength denied
North. As was deliuered to your Maiesty:
North. Who either through enuy, or misprision,
North. Was guilty of this fault; and not my Sonne.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. My Liege, I did deny no Prisoners.
Hot. But, I remember when the fight was done,
Hot. When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle,
Hot. Breathlesse, and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,