Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. Or modest Dyan, circled with her Nymphs,
War. Shall rest in London, till we come to him:
War. Faire Lords take leaue, and stand not to reply.
War. Farewell my Soueraigne.
King. King.
King. Farewell my Hector, and my Troyes true hope.
Clar. Clar.
Clar. In signe of truth, I kisse your Highnesse Hand.
King. Well‑minded Clarence, be thou fortunate.
Mount. Mount.
Mount. Comfort, my Lord, and so I take my leaue.
Oxf. Oxf.
Oxf. And thus I seale my truth, and bid adieu.
King. Sweet Oxford, and my louing Mountague,
King. And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
War. War.
War. Farewell, sweet Lords, let's meet at Couentry.
War. Exeunt.