Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. And with his troupes doth march amaine to London,
War. And many giddie people flock to him.
King. King.
King. Let's leuie men, and beat him backe againe.
Clar. Clar.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out,
Clar. Which being suffer'd, Riuers cannot quench.
War. War.
War. In Warwickshire I haue true‑hearted friends,
War. Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in Warre,
War. Those will I muster vp: and thou Sonne Clarence
War. Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent,
War. The Knights and Gentlemen, to come with thee.
War. Thou Brother Mountague, in Buckingham,
War. Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
War. Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st.
War. And thou, braue Oxford, wondrous well belou'd,
War. In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends.
War. My Soueraigne, with the louing Citizens,
War. Like to his Iland, gyrt in with the Ocean,