Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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North. North.
North. Then learne to know him now: this is the
North. Duke.
Percie. Percie.
Percie. My gracious Lord, I tender you my seruice,
Percie. Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young,
Percie. Which elder dayes shall ripen, and confirme
Percie. To more approued seruice, and desert.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie, and be sure
Bull. I count my selfe in nothing else so happy,
Bull. As in a Soule remembring my good Friends:
Bull. And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue,
Bull. It shall be still thy true Loues recompence,
Bull. My Heart this Couenant makes, my Hand thus seales it.
North. How farre is it to Barkely? and what stirre
North. Keepes good old Yorke there, with his Men of Warre?
Percie. There stands the Castle, by yond tuft of Trees,