Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne,
Sal. Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people,
Sal. Ioyne we together for the publike good,
Sal. In what we can, to bridle and suppresse
Sal. The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall,
Sal. With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition,
Sal. And as we may, cherish Duke Humfries deeds,
Sal. While they do tend the profit of the Land.
War. War.
War. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land,
War. And common profit of his Countrey.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. And so says Yorke,
Yor. For he hath greatest cause.
Salisbury. Salisbury.
Salisbury. Then lets make hast away,
Salisbury. And looke vnto the maine.
Warwicke. Warwicke.
Warwicke. Vnto the maine?
Warwicke. Oh Father, Maine is lost,