Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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York. Were I but now the Lord of such hot youth,
York. As when braue Gaunt, thy Father, and my selfe
York. Rescued the Black Prince, that yong Mars of men,
York. From forth the Rankes of many thousand French:
York. Oh then, how quickly should this Arme of mine,
York. Now Prisoner to the Palsie, chastise thee,
York. And minister correction to thy Fault.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. My gracious Vnckle, let me know my Fault,
Bull. On what Condition stands it, and wherein?
York. York.
York. Euen in Condition of the worst degree,
York. In grosse Rebellion, and detested Treason:
York. Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come
York. Before th'expiration of thy time,
York. In brauing AtmesArmes against thy Soueraigne.
Bull. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford,
Bull. But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
Bull. And Noble Vnckle, I beseech your Grace