Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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L. Bar. Prince Harrie slaine out‑right: and both the Blunts
L. Bar. Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas. Young Prince Iohn,
L. Bar. And Westmerland, and Stafford, fled the Field.
L. Bar. And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne (the Hulke Sir Iohn)
L. Bar. Is prisoner to your Sonne. O, such a Day,
L. Bar. (So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly wonne)
L. Bar. Came not, till now, to dignifie the Times
L. Bar. Since Cæsars Fortunes.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. How is this deriu'd?
Nor. Saw you the Field? Came you from Shrewsbury?
L. Bar. L. Bar.
L. Bar. I spake with one (my L. Lord ) that came frō from thence,
L. Bar. A Gentleman, well bred, and of good name,
L. Bar. That freely render'd me these news for true.
Nor. Heere comes my Servant Trauers, whom I sent
Nor. On Tuesday last, to listen after Newes.
Nor. Enter Trauers