Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. The tediousnesse, and processe of my trauell:
Nor. But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue
Nor. The present benefit that I possesse:
Nor. And hope to ioy, is little lesse in ioy,
Nor. Then hope enioy'd: By this, the wearie Lords
Nor. Shall make their way seeme short, as mine hath done,
Nor. By sight of what I haue, your Noble Companie.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Of much lesse value is my Companie,
Bull. Then your good words: but who comes here?
Bull. Enter H. Percie.
North. North.
North. It is my Sonne, young Harry Percie,
North. Sent from my Brother Worcester: Whence soeuer.
North. Harry, how fares your Vnckle?
Percie. Percie.
Percie. I had thought, my Lord, to haue learn'd his
Percie. health of you.
North. Why, is he not with the Queene?