Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. If they will fight with vs, bid them come downe,
King. Or voyde the field: they do offend our sight.
King. If they'l do neither, we will come to them,
King. And make them sker away, as swift as stones
King. Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
King. Besides, wee'l cut the throats of those we haue,
King. And not a man of them that we shall take,
King. Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.
King. Enter Montioy.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege
Glou. Glou.
Glou. His eyes are humbler then they vs'd to be.
King. King.
King. How now, what meanes this Herald? Knowst
King. thou not,
King. That I haue fin'd these bones of mine for ransome?
King. Com'st thou againe for ransome?
Her. Her.
Her. No great King: