Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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West. Led on by bloodie Youth, guarded with Rage,
West. And countenanc'd by Boyes, and Beggerie:
West. I say, if damn'd Commotion so appeare,
West. In his true, natiue, and most proper shape,
West. You (Reuerend Father, and these Noble Lords)
West. Had not beene here, to dresse the ougly forme
West. Of base, and bloodie Insurrection,
West. With your faire Honors. You, Lord Arch‑bishop,
West. Whose Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintain'd,
West. Whose Beard, the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touch'd,
West. Whose Learning, and good Letters, Peace hath tutor'd,
West. Whose white Inuestments figure Innocence,
West. The Doue, and very blessed Spirit of Peace.
West. Wherefore doe you so ill translate your selfe,
West. Out of the Speech of Peace, that beares such grace,
West. Into the harsh and boystrous Tongue of Warre?
West. Turning your Bookes to Graues, your Inke to Blood,
West. Your Pennes to Launces, and your Tongue diuine
West. To a lowd Trumpet, and a Point of Warre.
Bish. Bish.