Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edw. And thankes vnto you all:
Edw. If fortune serue me, Ile requite this kindnesse.
Edw. Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:
Edw. And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre
Edw. Aboue the Border of this Horizon,
Edw. Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates;
Edw. For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier.
Edw. Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beseemes thee,
Edw. To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother?
Edw. Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke.
Edw. Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day,
Edw. And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.
Edw. Exeunt.
Edw. [Act 4, Scene 8]
Edw. Flourish. Enter the King, Warwicke, Mountague,
Edw. Clarence, Oxford, and Somerset.
War. War.
War. What counsaile, Lords? Edward from Belgia,
War. With hastie Germanes, and blunt Hollanders,
War. Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas,