Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Hot.
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
Wor. For powres in Scotland: which for diuers reasons
Wor. Which I shall send you written, be assur'd
Wor. Will easily be granted you, my Lord.
Wor. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd,