Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Warw. But see where Somerset and Clarence comes:
Warw. Speake suddenly, my Lords, are wee all friends?
Clar. Clar.
Clar. Feare not that, my Lord.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. Then gentle Clarence, welcome vnto Warwicke,
Warw. And welcome Somerset: I hold it cowardize,
Warw. To rest mistrustfull, where a Noble Heart
Warw. Hath pawn'd an open Hand, in signe of Loue;
Warw. Else might I thinke, that Clarence, Edwards Brother,
Warw. Were but a fained friend to our proceedings:
Warw. But welcome sweet Clarence, my Daughter shall be thine.
Warw. And now, what rests? but in Nights Couerture,
Warw. Thy Brother being carelessely encamp'd,
Warw. His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about,
Warw. And but attended by a simple Guard,
Warw. Wee may surprize and take him at our pleasure,
Warw. Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very easie:
Warw. That as Vlysses, and stout Diomede,
Warw. With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents,