Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West,
Sal. Witnessing Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnrest:
Sal. Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes,
Sal. And crossely to thy good, all fortune goes.
Sal. Exit.
Sal. Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Sal. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Sal. Enter Bullingbrooke, Yorke, Northumberland,
Sal. Rosse, Percie, Willoughby, with Bushie
Sal. and Greene Prisoners.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Bring forth these men:
Bull. Bushie and Greene, I will not vex your soules,
Bull. (Since presently your soules must part your bodies)
Bull. With too much vrging your pernitious liues,
Bull. For 'twere no charitie: yet to wash your blood
Bull. From off my hands, here in the view of men,
Bull. I will vnfold some causes of your deaths.
Bull. You haue mis‑led a Prince, a Royall King,
Bull. A happie Gentleman in Blood, and Lineaments,