Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.
Mess. Enter another Messenger.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Sir Thomas Louell, and Lord Marquesse Dorset,
Mess. 'Tis said, my Liege, in Yorkeshire are in Armes:
Mess. But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse,
Mess. The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest.
Mess. Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat
Mess. Vnto the shore, to aske those on the Banks,
Mess. If they were his Assistants, yea, or no?
Mess. Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham,
Mess. Vpon his partie: he mistrusting them,
Mess. Hoys'd sayle, and made his course againe for Brittaine.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. March on, march on, since we are vp in Armes,
Rich. If not to fight with forraine Enemies,
Rich. Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home.
Rich. Enter Catesby.
Cat. Cat.
Cat. My Liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken,