The Bodleian First Folio

A digital facsimile of the First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Bodleian Arch. G c.7.



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Act: 5 - Scene: 7

King. What valiant Foe‑men, like to Autumnes Corne,

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King. Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride?

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King. Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold Renowne,

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King. For hardy and vndoubted Champions:

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King. Two Cliffords, as the Father and the Sonne,

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King. And two Northumberlands: two brauer men,

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King. Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound.

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King. With them, the two braue Beares, Warwick & Montague,

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King. That in their Chaines fetter'd the Kingly Lyon,

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King. And made the Forrest tremble when they roar'd.

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King. Thus haue we swept Suspition from our Seate,

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King. And made our Footstoole of Security.

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King. Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my Boy:

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King. Yong Ned, for thee, thine Vnckles, and my selfe,

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King. Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night,

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King. Went all afoote in Summers scalding heate,

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King. That thou might'st repossesse the Crowne in peace,

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King. And of our Labours thou shalt reape the gaine.

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Rich. Rich.

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Rich. Ile blast his Haruest, if your head were laid,