Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. Such as we see when men restraine their breath
La. On some great sodaine hast. O what portents are these?
La. Some heauie businesse hath my Lord in hand,
La. And I must know it: else he loues me not.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. What ho; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. He is my Lord, an houre agone.
Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses frōfrom the Sheriffe?
Ser. One horse, my Lord, he brought euen now.
Hot. What Horse? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not.
Ser. It is my Lord.
Hot. That Roane shall be my Throne. Well, I will
Hot. backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him forth
Hot. into the Parke.