Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Poste. And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
Poste. In secret ambush, on the Forrest side,
Poste. And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him:
Poste. For Hunting was his dayly Exercise.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge.
Warw. But let vs hence, my Soueraigne, to prouide
Warw. A salue for any sore, that may betide.
Warw. Exeunt.
Warw. Manet Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford.
Som. Som.
Som. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edwards:
Som. For doubtlesse, Burgundie will yeeld him helpe,
Som. And we shall haue more Warres befor't be long.
Som. As Henries late presaging Prophecie
Som. Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond:
Som. So doth my heart mis‑giue me, in these Conflicts,
Som. What may befall him, to his harme and ours.
Som. Therefore, Lord Oxford, to preuent the worst,
Som. Forthwith wee'le send him hence to Brittanie,