Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. As doth a Rauen on a sicke‑falne beast,
Bast. The iminent decay of wrested pompe.
Bast. Now happy he, whose cloake and center can
Bast. Hold out this tempest. Beare away that childe,
Bast. And follow me with speed: Ile to the King:
Bast. A thousand businesses are briefe in hand,
Bast. And heauen it selfe doth frowne vpon the Land.
Bast. Exit.
Bast. Actus Quartus, Scæna prima.
Bast. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Bast. Enter King Iohn and Pandolph, attendants.
K. Iohn. K. Iohn.
K. Iohn. Thus haue I yeelded vp into your hand
K. Iohn. The Circle of my glory.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Take againe
Pan. From this my hand, as holding of the Pope
Pan. Your Soueraigne greatnesse and authoritie.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Now keep your holy word, go meet the French,