Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman.
Iohn. Go after him: for he perhaps shall neede
Iohn. Some Messenger betwixt me, and the Peeres,
Iohn. And be thou hee.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. With all my heart, my Liege.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. My mother dead?
Iohn. Enter Hubert.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. My Lord, they say fiue Moones were seene to (night:
Hub. Foure fixed, and the fift did whirle about
Hub. The other foure, in wondrous motion.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. Fiue Moones?
Hub. Old men, and Beldames, in the streets
Hub. Do prophesie vpon it dangerously:
Hub. Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths,
Hub. And when they talke of him, they shake their heads,