Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Were he my brother, nay our kingdomes heyre,
King. As he is but my fathers brothers sonne;
King. Now by my Scepters awe, I make a vow,
King. Such neighbour‑neerenesse to our sacred blood,
King. Should nothing priuiledge him, nor partialize
King. The vn‑stooping firmenesse of my vpright soule.
King. He is our subiect (Mowbray) so art thou,
King. Free speech, and fearelesse, I to thee allow.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. Then Bullingbrooke, as low as to thy heart,
Mow. Through the false passage of thy throat; thou lyest:
Mow. Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice,
Mow. Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers;
Mow. The other part reseru'd I by consent,
Mow. For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt,
Mow. Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt,
Mow. Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene:
Mow. Now swallow downe that Lye. For Glousters death,
Mow. I slew him not; but (to mine owne disgrace)
Mow. Neglected my sworne duty in that case: