Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Peace, Chewet, peace.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty, to turne your lookes
Wor. Of Fauour, from my Selfe, and all our House;
Wor. And yet I must remember you my Lord,;
Wor. We were the first, and dearest of your Friends:
Wor. Far you, my staffe of Office did I breake
Wor. In Richards time, and poasted day and night
Wor. To meete you on the way, and kisse your hand,
Wor. When yet you were in place, and in account
Wor. Nothing so strong and fortunate as I;
Wor. It was my Selfe, my Brother, and his Sonne,
Wor. That brought you home, and boldly did out‑dare
Wor. The danger of the time. You swore to vs,
Wor. And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster,
Wor. That you did nothing of purpose 'gainst the State,
Wor. Nor claime no further, then your new‑falne right,
Wor. The seate of Gaunt, Dukedome of Lancaster,