Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edw. Edw.
Edw. The harder matcht, the greater Victorie,
Edw. My minde presageth happy gaine, and Conquest.
Edw. Enter Somerset, with Drumme and Colours.
Som. Som.
Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Two of thy Name, both Dukes of Somerset,
Rich. Haue sold their Liues vnto the House of Yorke,
Rich. And thou shalt be the third, if this Sword hold.
Rich. Enter Clarence, with Drumme and Colours.
War. War.
War. And loe, where George of Clarence sweepes along,
War. Of force enough to bid his Brother Battaile:
War. With whom, in vpright zeale to right, preuailes
War. More then the nature of a Brothers Loue.
War. Come Clarence, come: thou wilt, if Warwicke call.
Clar. Clar.
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this meanes?
Clar. Looke here, I throw my infamie at thee: