Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Const. Hearke how our Steedes, for present Seruice
Const. neigh.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. Mount them, and make incision in their Hides,
Dolph. That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
Dolph. And doubt them with superfluous courage: ha.
Ram. Ram.
Ram. What, wil you haue them weep our Horses blood?
Ram. How shall we then behold their naturall teares?
Ram. Enter Messenger.
Messeng. Messeng.
Messeng. The English are embattail'd, you French
Messeng. Peeres.
Const. Const.
Const. To Horse you gallant Princes, straight to Horse.
Const. Doe but behold yond poore and starued Band,
Const. And your faire shew shall suck away their Soules,
Const. Leauing them but the shales and huskes of men.
Const. There is not worke enough for all our hands,
Const. Scarce blood enough in all their sickly Veines,