Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bur. The diuell take Order now, Ile to the throng;
Bur. Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
Bur. Exit.
Bur. [Act 4, Scene 6]
Bur. Alarum.
Bur. Enter the King and his trayne,
Bur. with Prisoners.
King. King.
King. Well haue we done, thrice-valiant Countrimen,
King. But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. The D. of York commends him to your Maiesty
King. Liues he good Vnckle: thrice within this houre
King. I saw him downe; thrice vp againe, and fighting,
King. From Helmet to the spurre, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array (braue Soldier) doth he lye,
Exe. Larding the plaine: and by his bloody side,
Exe. (Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds)