Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. What noyse is this?
Queene. Enter Suffolke and Warwicke, with their
Queene. Weapons drawne.
King. King.
King. Why how now Lords?
King. Your wrathfull Weapons drawne,
King. Here in our presence? Dare you be so bold?
King. Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here?
Suff. Suff.
Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick, with the men of Bury,
Suff. Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne.
Suff. Enter Salisbury.
Salisb. Salisb.
Salisb. Sirs stand apart, the King shall know your
Salisb. minde.
Salisb. Dread Lord, the Commons send you word by me,
Salisb. Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death,
Salisb. Or banished faire Englands Territories,
Salisb. They will by violence teare him from your Pallace,
Salisb. And torture him with grieuous lingring death.