Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. That ere the next Ascension day at noone,
Bast. Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Fore‑knowing that the truth will fall out so.
Iohn. Hubert, away with him: imprison him,
Iohn. And on that day at noone, whereon he sayes
Iohn. I shall yeeld vp my Crowne, let him be hang'd.
Iohn. Deliuer him to safety, and returne,
Iohn. For I must vse thee. O my gentle Cosen,
Iohn. Hear'st thou the newes abroad, who are arriu'd?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. The French (my Lord) mens mouths are ful of it:
Bast. Besides I met Lord Bigot, and Lord Salisburie
Bast. With eyes as red as new enkindled fire,
Bast. And others more, going to seeke the graue
Bast. Of Arthur, whom they say is kill'd to night, on your (suggestion.