Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dow. They fight, the K. King being in danger,
Dow. Enter Prince.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot, or thou art like
Prin. Neuerto hold it vp againe: the Spirits
Prin. Of valiant Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my Armes;
Prin. It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee,
Prin. Who neuer promiseth, but he meanes to pay.
Prin. They Fight, Dowglas flyeth.
Prin. Cheerely My Lord: how fare's your Grace?
Prin. Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
Prin. And so hath Clifton: Ile to Clifton straight.
King. King.
King. Stay, and breath awhile.
King. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
King. And shew'd thou mak'st some tender of my life
King. In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee.
Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury,
Prin. That euer said 1 hearkned to your death.