Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set,
Clif. I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye:
Clif. But flye you must: Vncureable discomfite
Clif. Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts.
Clif. Away for your releefe, and we will liue
Clif. To see their day, and them our Fortune giue.
Clif. Away my Lord, away.
Clif. Exeunt
Clif. [Act 5, Scene 3]
Clif. Alarum. Retreat. Enter Yorke, Richard, Warwicke,
Clif. and Soldiers, with Drum & Colours.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Of Salsbury, who can report of him,
Yorke. That Winter Lyon, who in rage forgets
Yorke. Aged contusions, and all brush of Time:
Yorke. And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth,
Yorke. Repaires him with Occasion. This happy day
Yorke. Is not it selfe, nor haue we wonne one foot,
Yorke. If Salsbury be lost.
Rich. Rich.