Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.
West. West.
West. How smooth and euen they do bear themselues,
West. As if allegeance in their bosomes sate
West. Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.
Bed. Bed.
Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend,
Bed. By interception, which they dreame not of.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Exe. Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours;
Exe. That he should for a forraigne purse, so sell
Exe. His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.
Exe. Sound Trumpets.
Exe. Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray.
King. King.
King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord.
King. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Masham,
King. And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:
King. Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs