Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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West. There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd,
West. But Peace puts forth her Oliue every where:
West. The manner how this Action hath beene borne,
West. Here (at more leysure) may your Highnesse reade,
West. With every course, in his particular.
King. King.
King. O Westmerland, thou art a Summer Bird,
King. Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings
King. The listing vp of day.
King. Enter Harcourt.
King. Looke, heere's more newes.
Harc. Harc.
Harc. From Enemies, Heauen keepe your Maiestie:
Harc. And when they stand against you, may they fall,
Harc. As those that I am come to tell you of.
Harc. The Earle Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe,
Harc. With a great Power of English, and of Scots,
Harc. Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne:
Harc. The manner, and true order of the fight,
Harc. This Packet (please it you) containes at large.