Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. My Lord, your sonne was gone before I came.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. He was: why so: go all which way it will:
Yor. The Nobles they are fled, the Commons they are cold,
Yor. And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side.
Yor. Sirra, get thee to Plashie to my sister Gloster,
Yor. Bid her send me presently a thousand pound,
Yor. Hold, take my Ring.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. My Lord, I had forgot
Ser. To tell your Lordship, to day I came by, and call'd there,
Ser. But I shall greeue you to report the rest.
Yor. What is't knaue?
Ser. An houre before I came, the Dutchesse di'de.
Yor. Heau'n for his mercy, what a tide of woes
Yor. Come rushing on this wofull Land at once?
Yor. I know not what to do: I would to heauen