Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty, and wel met Gentle (men:
Gree. I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Why hop'st thou so? Tis better hope he is:
Qu. For his designes craue hast, his hast good hope,
Qu. Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt?
Gre. Gre.
Gre. That he our hope, might haue retyr'd his power,
Gre. and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope,
Gre. Who strongly hath set footing in this Land.
Gre. The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe,
Gre. And with vp‑lifted Armes is safe arriu'd
Gre. At Rauenspurg.
Qu. Now God in heauen forbid.
Gr. Gr.
Gr. O Madam 'tis too true: and that is worse,
Gr. The L.Lord Northumberland, his yong sonne Henrie Percie,
Gr. The Lords of Rosse, Beaumo, and Willoughby,
Gr. With all their powrefull friends are fled to him.