Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene.
Carl. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought
Carl. For Iesu Christ, in glorious Christian field
Carl. Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse,
Carl. Against black Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens:
Carl. And toyl'd with workes of Warre, retyr'd himselfe
Carl. To Italy, and there at Venice gaue
Carl. His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth,
Carl. And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ,
Carl. Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Why Bishop, is Norfolke dead?
Carl. Carl.
Carl. As sure as I liue, my Lord.
Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule
Bull. To the Bosome of good old Abraham.
Bull. Lords Appealants, your differēcesdifferences shal all rest vnder gage,
Bull. Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall.
Bull. Enter Yorke.