Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bish. I must acquaint you, that I haue receiu'd
Bish. New‑dated Letters from Northumberland:
Bish. Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus.
Bish. Here doth hee wish his Person, with such Powers
Bish. As might hold fortance with his Qualitie,
Bish. The which hee could not leuie: whereupon
Bish. Hee is rety r'd, to ripe his growing Fortunes,
Bish. To Scotland; and concludes in heartie prayers,
Bish. That your Attempts may ouer‑liue the hazard,
Bish. And fearefull meeting of their Opposite.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him, touch ground,
Mow. And dash themselues to pieces.
Mow. Enter a Messenger.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. Now? what newes?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. West of this Forrest, scarcely off a mile,
Mess. In goodly forme, comes on the Enemie:
Mess. And by the ground they hide, I iudge their number