Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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West. West.
West. The Prince is here at hand: pleaseth your Lordship
West. To meet his Grace, iustl distance 'tweene our Armies?
Mow. Mow.
Mow. Your Grace of Yorke, in heauen's name then
Mow. forward.
Bish. Bish.
Bish. Before, and greet his Grace (my Lord) we come.
Bish. [Act 4, Scene 2]
Bish. Enter Prince Iohn.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. You are wel encountred here (my cosin Mowbray)
Iohn. Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop,
Iohn. And so to you Lord Hastings, and to all.
Iohn. My Lord of Yorke, it better shew'd with you,
Iohn. When that your Flocke (assembled by the Bell)
Iohn. Encircled you, to heare with reuerence
Iohn. Your exposition on the holy Text,
Iohn. Then now to see you heere an Iron man
Iohn. Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,