Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. Darraigne your battell, for they are at hand.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field,
Clif. The Queene hath best successe when you are absent.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. I good my Lord, and leaue vs to our Fortune.
King. King.
King. Why, that's my fortune too, therefore Ile stay.
North. North.
North. Be it with resolution then to fight.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. My Royall Father, cheere these Noble Lords,
Prin. And hearten those that fight in your defence:
Prin. Vnsheath your Sword, good Father: Cry S. Saint George.
Prin. mixed. Enter Edward, Warwicke, Richard, Clarence,
Prin. Norfolke, Mountague, and Soldiers.
Edw. Edw.
Edw. Now periur'd Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace?
Edw. And set thy Diadem vpon my head?
Edw. Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field.