Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bedf. For liuing idly here, in pompe and ease,
Bedf. Whil'st such a worthy Leader, wanting ayd,
Bedf. Vnto his dastard foe‑men is betray'd.
3. Mess. 3. Mess.
3. Mess. O no, he liues, but is tooke Prisoner,
3. Mess. And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford:
3. Mess. Most of the rest slaughter'd, or tooke likewise.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. His Ransome there is none but I shall pay.
Bedf. Ile hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne,
Bedf. His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend:
Bedf. Foure of their Lords Ile change for one of ours.
Bedf. Farwell my Masters, to my Taske will I,
Bedf. Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
Bedf. To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall.
Bedf. Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take,
Bedf. Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
3. Mess. So you had need, for Orleance is besieg'd,
3. Mess. The English Army is growne weake and faint: