Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Enter Buckingham and Clifford.
Buc. Buc.
Buc. Health and glad tidings to your Maiesty.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surpris'd?
Kin. Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?
Kin. Enter Multitudes with Halters about their
Kin. Neckes.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld,
Clif. And humbly thus with halters on their neckes,
Clif. Expect your Highnesse doome of life, or death.
King. King.
King. Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates,
King. To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise.
King. Souldiers, this day haue you redeem'd your liues,
King. And shew'd how well you loue your Prince & Countrey;
King. Continue still in this so good a minde,
King. And Henry though he be infortunate,
King. Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde: