Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Grandpree. Yond Iland Carrions, desperate of their bones,
Grandpree. Ill-fauoredly become the Morning field:
Grandpree. Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loose,
Grandpree. And our Ayre shakes them passing scornefully.
Grandpree. Bigge Mars seemes banqu'rout in their begger'd Hoast,
Grandpree. And faintly through a rustie Beuer peepes.
Grandpree. The Horsemen sit like fixed Candlesticks,
Grandpree. With Torch-staues in their hand: and their poore Iades
Grandpree. Lob downe their heads, dropping the hides and hips:
Grandpree. The gumme downe roping from their pale-dead eyes,
Grandpree. And in their pale dull mouthes the Iymold Bitt
Grandpree. Lyes foule with chaw'd-grasse, still and motionlesse.
Grandpree. And their executors, the knauish Crowes,
Grandpree. Flye o're them all, impatient for their howre.
Grandpree. Description cannot sute it selfe in words,
Grandpree. To demonstrate the Life of such a Battaile,
Grandpree. In life so liuelesse, as it shewes it selfe.
Const. Const.
Const. They haue said their prayers,
Const. And they stay for death.