Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. For hee's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues.
Qu. Who cannot steale a Shape, that meanes deceit?
Qu. Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of vs all,
Qu. Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man.
Qu. Enter Somerset.
Som. Som.
Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne.
King. King.
King. Welcome Lord Somerset: What Newes from
King. France?
Som. That all your Interest in those Territories,
Som. Is vtterly bereft you: all is lost.
King. Cold Newes, Lord Somerset: but Gods will be
King. done.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Cold Newes for me: for I had hope of France,
Yorke. As firmely as I hope for fertile England.
Yorke. Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud,