Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. Farwell good Salisbury, & good luck go with thee:
Bedf. And yet I doe thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
Bedf. For thou art fram'd of the firme truth of valour.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. Farwell kind Lord: fight valiantly to day.
Bedf. He is as full of Valour as of Kindnesse,
Bedf. Princely in both.
Bedf. Enter the King.
West. West.
West. O that we now had here
West. But one ten thousand of those men in England,
West. That doe no worke to day.
King. King.
King. What's he that wishes so?
King. My Cousin Westmerland. No, my faire Cousin:
King. If we are markt to dye, we are enow
King. To doe our Countrey losse: and if to liue,
King. The fewer men, the greater share of honour.