Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tra. Vp to the Rowell head, and starting so,
Tra. He seem'd in running, to deuoure the way,
Tra. staying no longer question.
North. North.
North. Ha? Againe:
North. Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold?
North. (Of Hot‑Spurre, cold‑Spurre?) that Rebellion,
North. Had met ill lucke?
L. Bar. L. Bar.
L. Bar. My Lord: Ile tell you what,
L. Bar. If my yong Lord your Sonne, haue not the day,
L. Bar. Vpon mine Honor, for a silken point
L. Bar. Ile giue my Barony. Neuer talke of it.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers
Nor. Giue then such instances of Losse?
L. Bar. Who, he?
L. Bar. He was some hielding Fellow, that had stolne
L. Bar. The Horse he rode‑on: and vpon my life