Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bish. 'Tis very true:
Bish. And therefore be assur'd (my good Lord Marshal)
Bish. If we do now make our attonement well,
Bish. Our Peace, will (like a broken Limbe vnited)
Bish. Grow stronger, for the breaking.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. Be it so:
Mow. Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland.
Mow. Enter Westmerland.
West. West.
West. The Prince is here at hand: pleaseth your Lordship
West. To meet his Grace, iustl distance 'tweene our Armies?
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.