Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cord. That wants the meanes to leade it.
Cord. Enter Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Newes Madam,
Mes. The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. 'Tis knowne before. Our preparation stands
Cor. In expectation of them. O deere Father,
Cor. It is thy businesse that I go about: Therfore great France
Cor. My mourning, and importune'd teares hath pittied:
Cor. No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite,
Cor. But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd Fathers Rite:
Cor. Soone may I heare, and see him.
Cor. Exeunt.
Cor. Scena Quarta.
Cor. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Cor. Enter Regan, and Steward.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. But are my Brothers Powres set forth?
Stew. Stew.