Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bull. Which I haue sworne to weed, and plucke away.
York. York.
York. It may be I will go with you: but yet Ile pawse,
York. For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes:
York. Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are,
York. Things past redresse, are now with me past care.
York. Exeunt.
York. Scœna Quarta.
York. [Act 2, Scene 4]
York. Enter Salisbury, and a Captaine.
Capt. Capt.
Capt. My Lord of Salisbury, we haue stayd ten dayes,
Capt. And hardly kept our Countreymen together,
Capt. And yet we heare no tidings from the King;
Capt. Therefore we will disperse our selues: farewell.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Stay yet another day, thou trustie Welchman,
Sal. The King reposeth all his confidence in thee.
Capt. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not stay;