Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne
King. From this bare, wither'd Trunke. Vpon thy sight
King. My worldly businesse makes a period.
King. Where
King. The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
King. Where is my Lord of Warwicke?
Prin. Prin.
Prin. My Lord of Warwicke.
King. King.
King. Doth any name particular, belong
King. Vnto the Lodging, where I first did swoon'd?
War. War.
War. 'Tis call'd Ierusalem, my Noble Lord.
King. Laud be to heauen:
King. Euen there my life must end.
King. It hath beene prophesi'de to me many yeares,
King. I should not dye, but in Ierusalem:
King. Which (vainly) I suppos'd the Holy‑Land.
King. But beare me to that Chamber, there Ile lye: