Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you,
Bull. Here comes his Grace in Person. My Noble Vnckle.
York. York.
York. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
York. Whose dutie is deceiuable, and false.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. My gracious Vnckle.
York. Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Vnckle me,
York. I am no Traytors Vnckle, and that word Grace,
York. In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane.
York. Why haue these banish'd, and forbidden Legges,
York. Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground?
York. But more then why, why haue they dar'd to march
York. So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome,
York. Frighting her pale‑fac'd Villages with Warre,
York. And ostentation of despised Armes?
York. Com'st thou because th'anoynted King is hence?
York. Why foolish Boy, the King is left behind,
York. And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power.