Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. War.
War. Say Someruile, what sayes my louing Sonne?
War. And by thy guesse, how nigh is Clarence now?
Someru. Someru.
Someru. At Southam I did leaue him with his forces,
Someru. And doe expect him here some two howres hence.
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I heare his Drumme.
Someru. It is not his, my Lord, here Southam lyes:
Someru. The Drum your Honor heares, marcheth from Warwicke.
War. Who should that be? belike vnlook'd for friends.
Someru. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
Someru. March. Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard,
Someru. and Souldiers.
Edw. Edw.
Edw. Goe, Trumpet, to the Walls, and sound a Parle.
Rich. Rich.