Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Westm. Westm.
Westm. He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster,
Westm. And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it. You forget,
Warw. That we are those which chas'd you from the field,
Warw. And slew your Fathers, and with Colours spread
Warw. Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates.
Northumb. Northumb.
Northumb. Yes Warwicke, I remember it to my griefe,
Northumb. And by his Soule, thou and thy House shall rue it.
Westm. Piantagenet, of thee and these thy Sonnes,
Westm. Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile haue more liues
Westm. Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines.
Cliff. Cliff.
Cliff. Vrge it no more, lest that in stead of words,
Cliff. I send thee, Warwicke, such a Messenger,
Cliff. As shall reuenge his death, before I stirre.