Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. Looke on the sheets his haire (you see) is sticking,
War. His well proportion'd Beard, made ruffe and rugged,
War. Like to the Summers Corne by Tempest lodged:
War. It cannot be but he was murdred heere,
War. The least of all these signes were probable.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. Why Warwicke, who should do the D. Duke to death?
Suf. My selfe and Beauford had him in protection,
Suf. And we I hope sir, are no murtherers.
War. War.
War. But both of you were vowed D. Duke Humfries foes,
War. And you (forsooth) had the good Duke to keepe:
War. Tis like you would nor feast him like a friend,
War. And 'tis well seene, he found an enemy.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. Than you belike suspect these Noblemen,
Queen. As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death.
Queen. War.
Queen. The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Warw. Warw.