Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. Vpon, or neere, the rate of thirtie thousand.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out.
Mow. Let vs sway‑on, and face them in the field.
Mow. Enter Westmterland.
Bish. Bish.
Bish. What well‑appointed Leader fronts vs here?
Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland.
West. West.
West. Health, and faire greeting from our Generall,
West. The Prince, Lord Iohn, and Duke of Lancaster.
Bish. Say on (my Lord of Westmerland) in peace:
Bish. What doth concerne your comming?
West. Then (my Lord)
West. Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse
West. The substance of my Speech. If that Rebellion
West. Came like it selfe, in base and abiect Routs,