Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wor. Wor.
Wor. What I haue done, my safety vrg'd me to,
Wor. And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Wor. Since not to be auoyded, it fals on mee.
King. King.
King. Beare Worcester to death, and Vernon too:
King. Other Offenders we will pause vpon.
King. Exit Worcester and Vernon.
King. How goes the Field?
Prin. Prin.
Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee saw
Prin. The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
Prin. The Noble Percy slaine, and all his men,
Prin. Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the rest;
Prin. And. falling from a hill, he was so bruiz'd
Prin. That the pursuers tooke him. At my Tent
Prin. The Dowglas is, and I beseech your Grace.
Prin. I may dispose of him.
King. With all my heart.