Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Enter King, Queene, and others.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Away my Lord, you are slow, for shame away.
King. King.
King. Can we outrun the Heauens? Good Margaret
King. stay.
Qu. What are you made of? You'l nor fight nor fly:
Qu. Now is it manhood, wisedome, and defence,
Qu. Togiue the enemy way, and to secure vs
Qu. By what we can, which can no more but flye.
Qu. Alarum a farre off.
Qu. If you be tane, we then should see the bottome
Qu. Of all our Fortunes: but if we haply scape,
Qu. (As well we may, if not through your neglect)
Qu. We shall to London get, where you are lou'd,
Qu. And where this breach now in our Fortunes made
Qu. May readily be stopt.
Qu. Enter Clifford.
Clif. Clif.