Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bish. Bish.
Bish. Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how
Iohn. they showt.
Mow. This had been chearefull, after Victorie.
Bish. A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest:
Bish. For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
Bish. And neither partie looser.
Iohn. Goe (my Lord)
Iohn. And let our Army be discharged too:
Iohn. And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines
Iohn. March by vs, that wee may peruse the men
Iohn. Exit.
Iohn. Wee should haue coap'd withall.