Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Is all our trauell turn'd to this effect,
Yorke. After the slaughter of so many Peeres,
Yorke. So many Captaines, Gentlemen, and Soldiers,
Yorke. That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne,
Yorke. And sold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit,
Yorke. Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
Yorke. Haue we not lost most part of all the Townes,
Yorke. By Treason, Falshood, and by Treacherie,
Yorke. Our great Progenitors had conquered:
Yorke. Oh Warwicke, Warwicke, I foresee with greefe
Yorke. The vtter losse of all the Realme of France.
War. War.
War. Be patient Yorke, if we conclude a Peace
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War. It shall be with such strict and seuere Couenants,
War. As little shall the Frenchmen gaine thereby.
War. Enter Charles, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier.
Char. Char.
Char. Since Lords of England, it is thus agreed,