Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wor. And lend no eare vnto my purposes.
Wor. Those Prisoners you shall keepe.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat:
Hot. He said, he would not ransome Mortimer:
Hot. Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer.
Hot. But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe,
Hot. And in his eare, Ile holla Mortimer.
Hot. Nay, Ile haue a Starling shall be taught to speake
Hot. Nothing but Mortimer, and giue it him,
Hot. To keepe his anger still in motion.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. Heare you Cousin: a word.
Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie,
Hot. Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke,
Hot. And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales.
Hot. But that I thinke his Father loues him not,
Hot. And would be glad he met with some mischance,
Hot. I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale.