Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. But on my Liege, for very little paines
Bast. Will bring this labor to an happy end.
Bast. Exit.
Bast. [Act 3, Scene 3]
Bast. Alarums, excursions, Retreat. Enter Iohn, Eleanor, Arthur
Bast. Bastard, Hubert, Lords.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. So shall it be: your Grace shall stay behinde
Iohn. So strongly guarded: Cosen, looke not sad,
Iohn. Thy Grandame loues thee, and thy Vnkle will
Iohn. As deere be to thee, as thy father was.
Arth. Arth.
Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe.
Iohn. Cosen away for England, haste before,
Iohn. And ere our comming see thou shake the bags
Iohn. Of hoording Abbots, imprisoned angells
Iohn. Set at libertie: the fat ribs of peace
Iohn. Must by the hungry now be fed vpon:
Iohn. Vse our Commission in his vtmost force.