Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. All Kent hath yeelded: nothing there holds out
Bast. But Douer Castle: London hath receiu'd
Bast. Like a kinde Host, the Dolphin and his powers.
Bast. Your Nobles will not heare you, but are gone
Bast. To offer seruice to your enemy:
Bast. And wilde amazement hurries vp and downe
Bast. The little number of your doubtfull friends.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Would not my Lords returne to me againe
Iohn. After they heard yong Arthur was aliue?
Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets,
Bast. An empty Casket, where the Iewell of life
Bast. By some damn'd hand was rob'd, and tane away.
Iohn. That villaine Hubert told me he did liue.
Bast. So on my soule he did, for ought he knew:
Bast. But wherefore doe you droope? why looke you sad?