Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Warw. Sweet rest his Soule:
Warw. Flye Lords, and saue your selues,
Warw. For Warwicke bids you all farewell, to meet in Heauen.
Oxf. Oxf.
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queenes great power.
Oxf. Here they beare away his Body.
Oxf. Exeunt.
Oxf. [Act 5, Scene 3]
Oxf. Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with
Oxf. Richard, Clarence, and the rest.
King. King.
King. Thus farre our fortune keepes an vpward course,
King. And we are grac'd with wreaths of Victorie:
King. But in the midst of this bright‑shining Day;
King. I spy a black suspicious threatning Cloud,
King. That will encounter with our glorious Sunne,
King. Ere he attaine his easefull Westerne Bed:
King. I meane, my Lords, those powers that the Queene
King. Hath rays'd in Gallia, haue arriued our Coast,
King. And, as we heare, march on to fight with vs.