Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. With others, then with him. Let them alone:
La. The Marshall and the Arch‑bishop are strong.
La. Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers,
La. To day might I (hanging on Hotspurs Necke)
La. Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue.
North. North.
North. Beshrew your heart,
North. (Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me,
North. With new lamenting ancient Ouer‑sights.
North. But I must goe, and meet with Danger there,
North. Or it will seeke me in another place,
North. And finde me worse prouided.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. O flye to Scotland,
Wife. Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons,
Wife. Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King,
Lady. Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele,
Lady. To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues,