Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. And this soft courage makes your Followers faint:
Qu. You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne,
Qu. Vnsheath your sword, and dub him presently.
Qu. Edward, kneele downe.
King. King.
King. Edward Plantagenet, arise a Knight,
King. And learne this Lesson; Draw thy Sword in right.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. My gracious Father, by your Kingly leaue,
Prin. Ile draw it as Apparant to the Crowne,
Prin. And in that quarrell, vse it to the death.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince.
Clif. Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Royall Commanders, be in readinesse,
Mess. For with a Band of thirty thousand men,
Mess. Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke,
Mess. And in the Townes as they do march along,
Mess. Proclaimes him King, and many flye to him,