Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mes. For when you should be told they do prepare,
Mes. The tydings comes, that they are all arriu'd.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke?
Ioh. Where hath it slept? Where is my Mothers care?
Ioh. That such an Army could be drawne in France,
Ioh. And she not heare of it?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. My Liege, her eare
Mes. Is stopt with dust: the first of Aprill di'de
Mes. Your noble mother; and as I heare, my Lord,
Mes. The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de
Mes. Three dayes before: but this from Rumors tongue
Mes. I idely heard: if true, or false I know not.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. With‑hold thy speed, dreadfull Occasion:
Iohn. O make a league with me, 'till I haue pleas'd
Iohn. My discontented Peeres. What? Mother dead?
Iohn. How wildely then walkes my Estate in France?
Iohn. Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France,