Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Thankes good my Countrymen.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. By Ieshu, I am your Maiesties Countreyman, I care not who know it: I will confesse it to all the Orld, I need not to be ashamed of your Maiesty, praised be God so long as your Maiesty is an honest man.
King. King.
King. Good keepe me so.
King. Enter Williams.
King. Our Heralds go with him,
King. Bring me iust notice of the numbers dead
King. On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
Exe. Exe.
Exe. Souldier, you must come to the King.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Souldier, why wear'st thou that Gloue in thy
Kin. Cappe?
Will. Will.
Will. And't please your Maiesty, tis the gage of one that I should fight withall, if he be aliue.
Kin. An Englishman?
Wil. Wil.
Wil. And't please your Maiesty, a Rascall that swag- ger'd with me last night: who if aliue, and euer dare to challenge this Gloue, I haue sworne to take him a boxe a'th ere: or if I can see my Gloue in his cappe, which he swore as he was a Souldier he would weare (if aliue) I wil strike it out soundly.