Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. Prin.
Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe;
Prin. And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue
Prin. The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
Prin. Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on,
Prin. And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. We breath too long. Come cosin Westmerland,
Ioh. Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come.
Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster,
Prin. I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit:
Prin. Before, I lou'd thee as a Brother, Iohn;
Prin. But now, I do respect thee as my Soule.
King. King.
King. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point,
King. With lustier maintenance then I did looke for
King. Of such an vngrowne Warriour.
Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all.