Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wor. Shall secretly into the bosome creepe
Wor. Of that same noble Prelate, well belou'd,
Wor. The Archbishop.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. Of Yorke, is't not?
Wor. Wor.
Wor. True, who beares hard
Wor. His Brothers death at Bristow, the Lord Scroope.
Wor. I speake not this in estimation,
Wor. As what I thinke might be, but what I know
Wor. Is ruminated, plotted, and set downe,
Wor. And onely stayes but to behold the face
Wor. Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
Hot. I smell it:
Hot. Vpon my life, it will do wond'rous well.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Before the game's a‑foot, thou still let'st slip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a Noble plot,