Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wife. I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more.
Wife. Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide.
North. North.
North. Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne,
North. And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.
La. La.
La. Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs;
La. The Time was (Father) when you broke your word,
La. When you were more endeer'd to it, then now,
La. When your owne Percy, when my heart‑deere‑Harry,
La. Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father
La. Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine.
La. Who then perswaded you to stay at home?
La. There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes.
La. For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it:
La. For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne
La. In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his Light
La. Did all the Cheualrie of England moue
La. To do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the Glasse
La. Wherein the Noble‑Youth did dresse themselues.