Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. Nor.
Nor. Then thus: I haue from Port le Blan
Nor. A Bay in Britaine, receiu'd intelligence,
Nor. That Harry Duke of Herford, Rainald Lord Cobham,
Nor. That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
Nor. His brother Archbishop, late of Canterbury,
Nor. Sir Thomas Erpingham, Sir Iohn Rainston,
Nor. Sir Iohn Norberie, Sir Robert Waterton, & Francis Quoint,
Nor. All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Britaine,
Nor. With eight tall ships, three thousand men of warre
Nor. Are making hither with all due expedience,
Nor. And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore:
Nor. Perhaps they had ere this, but that they stay
Nor. The first departing of the King for Ireland.
Nor. If then we shall shake off our slauish yoake,
Nor. Impe out our drooping Countries broken wing,
Nor. Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemish'd Crowne,
Nor. Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters gilt,
Nor. And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe,
Nor. Away with me in poste to Rauenspurgh,