Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts.
Wil. Wil.
Wil. And daily new exactions are deuis'd,
Wil. As blankes, beneuolences, and I wo not what:
Wil. But what o'Gods name doth become of this?
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Wars hath not wasted it, for war'd he hath not.
Nor. But basely yielded vpon comprimize,
Nor. That which his Ancestors atchieu'd with blowes:
Nor. More hath he spent in peace, then they in warres.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in Farme.
Wil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man.
Nor. Reproach and dissolution hangeth ouer him.
Ros. He hath not monie for these Irish warres:
Ros. (His burthenous taxations notwithstanding)
Ros. But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke.