Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. Their armed Staues in charge, their Beauers downe,
Mow. Their eyes of fire, sparkling through sights of Steele,
Mow. And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together:
Mow. Then, then, when there was nothing could haue stay'd
Mow. My Father from the Breast of Bulling brooke;
Mow. O, when the King did throw his Warder downe,
Mow. (His owne Life hung vpon the staffe hee threw)
Mow. Then threw hee downe himselfe, and all their Liues,
Mow. That by Indictment, and by dint of Sword,
Mow. Haue since mis‑carried vnder Bullingbrooke.
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Mow. West. You
Mow. The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
West. West.
West. You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what.
West. The Earle of Hereford was reputed then
West. In England the most valiant Gentleman.
West. Who knowes, on whom Fortune would then haue smil'd?
West. But if your Father had beene Victor there,
West. Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry.