Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bedf. Enter the King.
West. West.
West. O that we now had here
West. But one ten thousand of those men in England,
West. That doe no worke to day.
King. King.
King. What's he that wishes so?
King. My Cousin Westmerland. No, my faire Cousin:
King. If we are markt to dye, we are enow
King. To doe our Countrey losse: and if to liue,
King. The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
King. Gods will, I pray thee wish not one man more.
King. By Ioue, I am not couetous for Gold,
King. Nor care I who doth feed vpon my cost:
King. It yernes me not, if men my Garments weare;
King. Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
King. But if it be a sinne to couet Honor,
King. I am the most offending Soule aliue.
King. No 'faith, my Couze, wish not a man from England:
King. Gods peace, I would not loose so great an Honor,