Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clif. The name of Valour. O let the vile world end,
Clif. And the premised Flames of the Last day,
Clif. Knit earth and heauen together.
Clif. Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast,
Clif. Particularities, and pettie sounds
Clif. To cease. Was't thou ordain'd (deere Father)
Clif. To loose thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue
Clif. The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age,
Clif. And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chaire‑dayes, thus
Clif. To die in Ruffian battell? Euen at this sight,
Clif. My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
Clif. It shall be stony. Yorke, not our old men spares;
Clif. No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginall,
Clif. Shall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire,
Clif. And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes,
Clif. Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax:
Clif. Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty.
Clif. Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke,
Clif. Into as many gobbits will I cut it
Clif. As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did.