Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. Full of high Feeding) madly hath broke loose,
Nor. And beares downe all before him.
L. Bar. L. Bar.
L. Bar. Noble Earle,
L. Bar. I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Good, and heauen will.
L. Bar. As good as heart can wish:
L. Bar. The King is almost wounded to the death:
L. Bar. And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne,
L. Bar. Prince Harrie slaine out‑right: and both the Blunts
L. Bar. Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas. Young Prince Iohn,
L. Bar. And Westmerland, and Stafford, fled the Field.
L. Bar. And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne (the Hulke Sir Iohn)
L. Bar. Is prisoner to your Sonne. O, such a Day,
L. Bar. (So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly wonne)
L. Bar. Came not, till now, to dignifie the Times
L. Bar. Since Cæsars Fortunes.