Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clar. Clar.
Clar. A little gale will soone disperse that Cloud,
Clar. And blow it to the Source from whence it came,
Clar. Thy very Beames will dry those Vapours vp,
Clar. For euery Cloud engenders not a Storme.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. The Queene is valued thirtie thousand strong,
Rich. And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her:
Rich. If she haue time to breathe, be well assur'd
Rich. Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
King. King.
King. We are aduertis'd by our louing friends,
King. That they doe hold their course toward Tewksbury.
King. We hauing now the best at Barnet field,
King. Will thither straight, for willingnesse rids way,
King. And as we march, our strength will be augmented:
King. In euery Countie as we goe along,
King. Strike vp the Drumme, cry courage, and away.
King. Exeunt.
King. [Act 5, Scene 4]