Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gr. Where one on his side fights, thousands will flye.
Bush. Bush.
Bush. Farewell a once, for once, for all, and euer.
Bush. Well, we may meete againe.
Bag. Bag.
Bag. I feare me neuer.
Bag. Exit.
Bag. Scæna Tertia.
Bag. [Act 2, Scene 3]
Bag. Enter the Duke of Herford, and Northum
Bag. berland.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now?
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Beleeue me noble Lord,
Nor. I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire,
Nor. These high wilde hilles, and rough vneeuen waies,
Nor. Drawes out our miles, and makes them wearisome:
Nor. And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar,
Nor. Mak in