Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Falst. thombe, and shortly will I seale with him. Come away.
Falst. Exeunt.
Falst. Scena Secunda.
Falst. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Falst. Enter King, Warwicke, Clarence, Gloucester.
King. King.
King. Now Lords, if Heauen doth giue successefull end
King. To this Debate, that bleedeth at our doores,
King. Wee will our Youth lead on to higher fields,
King. And draw no Swords, but what are sanctify'd.
King. Our Nauie is addressed, our Power collected,
King. Our Substitutes, in absence, well inuested,
King. And every thing lyes leuell to our wish;
King. Onely wee want a little personall Strength:
King. And pawse vs, till these Rebels, now a‑foot,
King. Come vnderneath the yoake of Gouernment.
War. War.
War. Both which we doubt not, but your Maiestie
War. Shall soone enioy.
War. King. Hum