Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard.
Glost. Noble shee is: but if shee haue forgot
Glost. Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with such,
Glost. As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie;
Glost. I banish her my Bed, and Companie,
Glost. And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame,
Glost. That hath dis‑honored Glosters honest Name.
King. King.
King. Well, for this Night we will repose vs here:
King. To morrow toward London, back againe,
King. To looke into this Businesse thorowly,
King. And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres;
King. And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales,
King. Whose Beame stands sure, whose rightful cause preuailes.
King. Flourish. Exeunt.
King. [Act 2, Scene 2]
King. Enter Yorke, Salisbury, and Warwick.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick,
Yorke. Our simple Supper ended, giue me leaue,