Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
War. By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes:
War. The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees
War. That want their Leader, scatter vp and downe,
War. And care not who they sting in his reuenge.
War. My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie,
War. Vntill they heare the order of his death.
King. King.
King. That he is dead good Warwick, 'tis too true,
King. But how he dyed, God knowes, not Henry:
King. Enter his Chamber, view his breathlesse Corpes,
King. And comment then vpon his sodaine death.
War. War.
War. That shall I do my Liege; Stay Salsburie
War. With the rude multitude, till I returne.
King. O thou that iudgest all things, stay my thoghts:
King. My thoughts, that labour to perswade my soule,
King. Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life:
King. If my suspect be false, forgiue me God,
King. For iudgement onely doth belong to thee: