Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
King. Enter Harcourt.
King. Looke, heere's more newes.
Harc. Harc.
Harc. From Enemies, Heauen keepe your Maiestie:
Harc. And when they stand against you, may they fall,
Harc. As those that I am come to tell you of.
Harc. The Earle Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe,
Harc. With a great Power of English, and of Scots,
Harc. Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne:
Harc. The manner, and true order of the fight,
Harc. This Packet (please it you) containes at large.
King. King.
King. And wherefore should these good newes
King. Make me sicke?
King. Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full,
King. But write her faire words still in foulest Letters?
King. Shee eyther giues a stomack, and no Foode,
King. (Such are the poore, in health) or else a Feast
King. And takes away the stomack (such are the Rich
King. That haue aboundance, and enioy it not.)