Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. Come with thy two‑hand Sword.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd?
Glost. The East side of the Groue:
Glost. Cardinall, I am with you.
King. King.
King. Why how now, Vnckle Gloster?
Glost. Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord.
Glost. Now by Gods Mother, Priest,
Glost. Ile shaue your Crowne for this,
Glost. Or all my Fence shall fayle.
Card. Card.
Card. Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect
Card. your selfe.
King. The Windes grow high,
King. So doe your Stomacks, Lords:
King. How irkesome is this Musick to my heart?
King. When such Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony?